What about this weather? Everyone is commenting on how great it feels outside in the morning.
The weatherman says it will go down to 58. It’s cool, but I don’t think it’s that cool. Maybe he’s in Asheville.
It has been around 80 through the day, but not until after 1 p.m. Let’s take a look at our power bill this next month, because we don’t need to run the air all day, only a few hours, and at night it’s too cool for the ceiling fans, which I didn’t turn off all summer. I’ve slept without any covers all summer, but the last two nights, I’ve pulled a spread over me.
I bet Dentons and Freeman Gas Company are going to start being busy, getting all of us ready for winter. I hope we don’t have a real cold winter (we were so lucky last winter). Some of the older folks said that if we had a real hot summer, then we’ll have a cold winter. BRRR!
I could tell you about cold, but I’ll save my snow stories for a later date. This time of year in Michigan, we would start wearing sweaters, and the leaves would already be turning beautiful colors, the apples orchards would be ready for picking.
As kids we would rake all the leaves in the ditches, just as many as we could and jump in and bury ourselves in them. Well we thought we were having fun, as kids. I’m sorry to say that the kids now would think this is lame. There was no trouble to get into, well there was one time!
There was about five of us kids just sitting in the ditch ( our ditches were nice grassy slopes). Our mothers were all in the house visiting. Well anyway, we were just talking and eating apples and then seeing who could hit the tree down the street a little ways with the left over apples. Now we never breathe this to anyone, but one of us and I don’t remember which one missed the tree and broke a bathroom window, while the girl was taking a bath. The dad came out after we all ran into my backyard, and asked if we saw anyone. Of course we didn’t! Listen our butts would be so sore, we’d never be able to sit again.
We must have been good at breaking windows, because we were playing ball in our side yard, and we hit the ball in our neighbors bedroom window one time. To make it worse we went in the house to get our baseball. My mother was so embarrassed, because the neighbor was not home, but in those days, everyone left the doors opened and unlocked. We just wrote her a note, told her what we did and that we were sorry, and left it on the kitchen table.
I’ve just got to tell you the funny of the broken bathroom window. Well, funny for us kids.
See I lived just off Highway U.S. 23, it was the Interstate of it’s day. The motel across the highway from us was where the music and Hollywood stars stayed when they came to town or on their way to Detroit. They shopped at the little grocery store in our neighborhood. I won’t name names cause the younger crowd would say, who?
Anyway, next to the grocery store was a bait shop. He sold crickets, worms, fish bait, and any kind of rods and fishing gear you wanted. On one side was the shop, and attached to it was living quarters, the bedrooms were on the joining wall as the bait. This place and these people were wonderful and different than the way we lived. All of us girls wanted to spend the night with them, this place was an adventure. We couldn’t hear the crickets in our own bedrooms. They were the only family that had a fallout shelter, also. The rest of us lived in houses and they just didn’t. Well you’d have to be there, to really get the picture.
I know I’ll get phone calls telling me how boring my story was, but that’s okay, at least I’ll get some phone calls.
Well, we are still having a bad time with a group of boys, they are doing their best to tear our children’s playground up. They tore up our train set that Hugh and June built. Tore up our baby swings, etc.
Well, we fixed them again, and here they come again and try to repeat it. We asked them to leave and they get very smart and simply say they don’t have to.
Well, I’ve asked the neighborhood to help keep watch, and they have the authority to make you leave and call the law. Now I’m sorry that it has come to this, but the boys don’t care. They can sit and visit on the grown up benches, or go over to the basketball court.
We had a donation for a new picnic table (the teens tore up the last one) but can’t put it out for fear they will tear it up.
Is there something we can try to do for the teens to give them an energy outlet? We do have a nice basketball court, and sometimes on the weekends the kids get in the upper part of the playground to play touch football.
Church Homecomings are upon us. Wesley Chapel, Lockhart First Baptist, Wilksburg Baptist, and I think I saw Lockhart Freewill. All these are Sept. 16.
Birthays And Anniversaries
Toby Dale Childers will be having a birthday Sept. 18.
Tonya and Scott Smith have an anniversary on the 20th.
Sorry I lost my list, so next week we might be belated.
Dean Bentley informed me that our National Guardsmen are now in Kosovo. So if anyone wants to send a message to them just let me know. Thank goodness for Internet, cause now the guys can stay in contact with their families. What a way to get out of the Honey-Do Lists.
Start a “Bucket List.” Yes! Just like in the movie, make a list of 100 things that you would like to see, do, or become before you die — but do not wait until you are dying! Start now! Make a point to check off a few bucket list items each year if not more.
Be cautious of your procrastinating dialogue — “I’ll get to that when — .” There is no time like the present. Because while “you may delay,time will not and lost time is never found again.” — Benjamin Franklin.
I can’t pick on Chuck this week, he cut my grass today! Well he does cut it every couple of weeks. I haven’t seen too much of him since he started working. I think he and Marvin helped David build a porch or something today. I was in Spartanburg so I don’t know what he was up to, just that he had today off.
I heard that Brenda Cameron might be going to Iceland in the near future. This is a traveling lady, she sees a lot of exciting places. I know she’ll be going with her son Scott, but I haven’t heard who else might be going.
Good night. 545-6652