Oh no, do not let the rain come down. Folks are celebrating Independence Day all around town. My canine NBF, Ms. Tootie Mae and I can hear firecrackers nearby. No doubt, the supply on hand is low by now. The celebration started in mid-June, hereabouts. Personally, I do not purchase fireworks. I watch the evening sky -a cheaper option and a thrill.
Due to last week's efforts, we made great gains on the yard work. There is no such thing as "caught-up". I would not want that. Work keeps these old bones and me moving just like; writing helps keep the wheels in this old mind turning.
Paul picked the remaining few red raspberries. Still to come, the Concord grape vines are loaded. Some juicy sweet red plums cling to the branches, while others blanket the earth now. I have not had time to check the blackberry vines or to see what else is producing or in the works for this woman harvester that reaps from all seasons.
This past week, the folks at The Brazil Times included an issue of "SHINE," their own quarterly magazine for women with our papers. I hope you found your copy. Even men can enjoy this one.
We received spring /summer, volume 1. Jason Moon, Managing Editor of Shine Magazine and his staff can be proud of a job well done. In addition, think of it; they have only just begun! There is talent behind those walls of the little brick building located at 100 North Meridian Street.
Beautiful, simply beautiful formatting, worthwhile and interesting content and I look forward to the next issue, another save for me. Thank you.
Paul Baby, my better half was on his way home from work the other evening, maybe a little too anxious to get home when he was stopped by an officer of the law. Poor guy was clocked going fifteen miles over the speed limit. Only one time during his entire driving experience, many years ago, in 1963, and a ticket was thrust in his hand for a speeding violation.
Again, he realized his mistake, apologized to the officer, promised to watch the foot and they parted company, in a friendly manner. This time the cost was $115.
The old saying, "When it rains--it pours" is certainly hitting the nail on the head according to my husband.
Paul received a back-ordered Father's Day gift via UPS the same day as the ticket. The expensive black casual loafers added some excitement to his hectic day.
He smoothed out his socks, and slipped his foot into the stylish shoes. He remarked that they fit like a glove and removed the 'pair' as quickly as the shoes went on. Paul planned to wear the gift to work the next day and he did.
During lunch hour the Sears guy called me. He said, "Guess what? My new shoes feel good, the craftsmanship is superior, but; there is a problem. They don't match in size. One is larger in width." He owns several perfect pair. This was the first dissatisfaction.
Since he didn't even have time to dampen the insoles, we will send them back hoping for an exchange of a matching pair. The company guarantees customer satisfaction.
Once he showed up at Great Dane wearing identically styled shoes, one black and one brown. After that mistake he no longer felt around in the dark closet for wardrobe. His wardrobe mistress started going the extra mile and the beat goes on. I do stop short of dressing him. He cracks me up and he thinks that I am the only one that's cracking up.
Monday, Paul and I will visit Moore Funeral Home to pay our respect to the family of Lucy B. (Jenkins) Hayes. Lucy was a friend and neighbor of the Lynch family and a friend of mine.
I loved Lucy. The first time (mid-40's) I saw Lucy I was about six or seven years old. Pearl Haverkamp, a storekeeper in Stringtown introduced me to Lucy Hayes and her husband R.B. Hayes.
Her striking good looks, mode of dress and long shiny black waist length braid lead me to think that Lucy B. must be a movie star like the ladies that I saw in Modern Screen.
After I sat on the window box and talked to her a little while, it was time to head home. As I skipped along, my mind ran rampant. Was she a star or not? If she was, how come no one in the family or the neighborhood, for that matter, ever mentioned the fact? By the time little Mary Lou reached my street and passed the cemetery gate; I came to the conclusion that she was too nice to be a movie star. Mom said that they, the stars, were bold and brassy, especially Mae West and the likes.
Mother and Dad, chuckled when I told them. They spoke highly of the young woman and set my mind at ease-no stars in Stringtown, just good people like Lucy.
Lucy was a good cook. She always ordered a goose from my family during the days before Christmas. I often delivered the poultry of choice to the Hayes home on my way to visit my grandmother, down the lane. I can still remember how nice her house smelled. She always made me feel welcome and I appreciated the fact that she helped my family by purchasing poultry from us.
Several years ago I choose a plump goose from my gaggle, and gifted her with it, dressed, at Christmastime She was taken aback by the gesture and so pleased. I so felt good about it.
Then, as I started to leave Lucy said, "Wait a minute, I have something for you. With tears in her eyes, she gave me a beautiful fiber optic angel, a keepsake that I will treasure forever as; I will cherish my friendship with Lucy-forever.
I send my condolence to her nieces, Jackie, Elvira and Billie and extended families.
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