There's no place like home

I wish this mild weather would be with us a few more days . People in this neighborhood are catching upon yard work between rain events. We finished ours much earlier and now we rest.
Last Friday we came to Brazil . Our granddaughter , Lindsay Terry volunteered to be our driver.
We arrived on time for our appointments. When we turned on to 21 N. Washington Street , I noticed the sign had changed since my last visit six months previously. I later was surprised to learn that Dr. Raymond Dennany had retired.
We would be seeing either of two new dentists, Ross Knepper D.D.S. or Tyler Richey D.D.S. after our cleanings.
Our appointments went very well and we have nothing , other than praise for the staff and the dental care we received at Brazil Dental Center. We will be back in February for Paul’s further dental work.
Since we did not have opportunity to thank Dr. Dennany for the great service he gave us over the years we thank you now. We wish you good health and happiness in the days to come.
My first visit to a dentist I was seventeen years of age. Dad pulled my baby teeth as needed. I dreaded that procedure every time. The only thing good about that was a visit from the tooth fairy.
A quarter looked like mighty big money in those days. If this kid claimed too much pain or a bleed- out it did not matter the fairy held firm on two-bits. I grabbed it up from under from my stiffly starched pillow case like gold and started wiggling another baby tooth.
I pulled a couple by myself. I swore I had the ugliest teeth in the family when the new teeth came in and were here and there. I’d say rich kids have braces and I have to live with spaces like dad.
So, it was at seventeen there was no other option than to have two teeth extracted and gain more spaces.
My mother made me an appointment with Dr. Pell and out they came. I kept on his patient list until the elopement, in 1957 and I moved to Norfolk with my new sailor husband, at age eighteen.
When I moved back to Brazil Dr. Pell was there for my dental care until his retirement.
Those missing teeth that never were do not matter anymore the smile is broader than ever.
The others are loosening up a bit that they are still hanging in there at seventy-nine moving and pointing toward future visits. I’m saving my quarters until the day.
While in Brazil we visited Restlawn and the grave of our son , other family members and friends and looked at the place at the end of Elm Street that we moved from five years ago.
We made a stop at McDonalds for lunch before coming back to Brownsburg.
It was nice to see old friends and acquaintances and a former classmate , Bill Heath.
This writer sends my heartfelt sympathy to the family of Roxie Hood. Roxie was a classmate of mine.
I can be reached by phone at 317 - 286 -7352 or drop me a line to 649 South Grant St., Brownsburg , IN., 46112.