July 25, 2002 , sixteen years ago, “Brazil Buzz” became a column in “The Brazil Times.”
Since then, this writer has submitted something in my column each week, except one week when Thanksgiving fell on Buzz day and a reporter informed me no article was needed.
I promised the editor that I would do my best and deliver my work on time. I’m still writing, so it is; my best must be good enough.
Others, might wonder why I am still writing this column since I moved to Brownsburg almost five years ago. No doubt, some folks might say, “ Hogwash, why waste space every week and critique and demean this hometown girl with only a high school education?”
Well folks , my words and experiences are true and what I say about others that I know and have known are always in favorable light. I always try to throw in a dose of humor, a bit of poetry and nonsensical musings, by my hand and others for good measure.
I have mentioned several times throughout the years, the use of word ‘I’ ,in my work might be misleading to you. It looks like it is all about me. Those of you that know me and my family included see me differently. I am Mary Lou, plain and simple. Well, maybe not the last word. That’s for you to determine!
All I have to offer in this world is love and respect for family and including all of God’s other children, sincerely .
You will never know how much this little article and the opportunity given to me by the Times means to me.
Thanks to my readers, like the closing line of my story written in a journal in 1948 , my dream has come true, “Yes, Miss Howald I am a writer --a true writer!”
This year I will be 79 years of age come November. I would like for you and I to continue having our weekly connection a while longer, if that be in my plan.
In my first “Brazil Buzz” I said that I was going to set aside my fishing pole and allow the worms to leave the can and that I did.
Then I invited you into my world north of Hendrix Street . I threw the door wide open and let the sunshine in. The little old blue house at the end of the road and Tootie Mae sure did give us something to talk about and even mention the bitter brew in the cellar and the kids that imbibed and survived trauma!
I shared with you some of the best times and worst time of my life and more took you along on my journey.
Then, we had a life change ,downsized and moved to Brownsburg. Like the country mouse it took a few days to adjust to the city life and we did. Some things stayed the same and I thrive on the best of it.
Now I must go and share the last slices of the freshly baked peach pie with the pie man.
I can be reached by phone at 317 - 286 -7352 or drop me a line to 649 South Grant St.,46112.
(EDITOR’S NOTE: Since Mary Lou is reminiscing ... I too remember when she began this column. I especially remember meeting with Mary Lou and Paul in the newspaper conference room. I really liked the sample columns she brought in but before I could accept them, Paul kept interrupting to tell me what a good writer his wife was. He was right.
I used to look forward to visiting with Paul at Sears every Christmas time when he would be one of their seasonal employees.
We wish Mary Lou and Paul the very best and thank her for continuing to send her manuscripts by email each Wednesday morning.)