I have a tile for this column, But no beginning
If I begin at the beginning, that will make for a prolonged ramble …that you may or may not have time to read, depending on the weather….Or may have more to do with your personal tolerance level for endless chatter. And besides I don’t know if this tale has a beginning….or an end for that matter. That is my strongest weakness, when it comes to writing, I don’t know where to start or when to end….so that makes the middle rather disorderly too.
Maybe...I shall begin by telling you that the Edwards Fellowship Club held their Christmas meeting here at 201...Sometimes the Christmas meeting is here, sometimes at Peggy Ann McKey’s. It had been raining for days, the ground around my house and even on my old drive was muddy… squashy. …this clay in my yard was ready for some one to come along and trap in it’s slippery clutches.
Most of us in the Club are not as young as we would like to be….and the thought of getting stuck in the mud…well it is enough to make you stay home. But Russell Cannada volunteered…maybe more like insisted he and Scott would come get anybody who was stuck in the mud ….out of the mud……I wasn’t suppose to let them try to get out on their own….I guess he figured we would be calling him anyhow if there was a problem…and the task would be by far less complicated if we called for help, while we were still just stuck and not mired in…. up to the axle.
By the way we had two new pairs of helping hands for this luncheon…I had ask Angie Zadrozny and Lesley Cannada to come help serve plates…they are young ladies from the church…I must confess, I had an ulterior motive for requesting their help…like I say, we are not getting any younger and when it comes my time to go live with Jesus, I want the young ladies of the church to be familiar with my house, where the knife, forks, wine glasses, coffee cups and all such as that are kept…the funeral dinner will be much easier on them if they know where stuff is.
Dish clothes and tea towels seemed to be the most elusive articles to find in a strange kitchen. When Barbara Pennebaker helps with a funeral she always has a pretty basket filled with useful articles…Kleenex, breath mints, serving spoons, I don’t remember what all…But I had a kit too…mine always had tea towels, dish cloths, hot pan holders and dish soap.
Well Angie had a conflict so she couldn’t come ….we were standing in the middle isle at the Presbyterian church when she broke the news to me. The person, in the closest proximity to me was, bless her heart, Sherry Cannada, I pounced, “Will you take Angie’s place?”…without hesitation she said she would.
The lunch went well, we spent a lovely, relaxing time visiting…with an anxiety free mind, …. if the mud grabbed us…. we had Russell to call. Folks were tickled to have Lesley here, she brighten our party for sure and great help! And every one was glad to see Sherry ….better known to the older set around Edwards as “Al’s wife“. Al’s wife is also grand help!
When the guests left, no one got stuck!
Or so I thought! Out my kitchen window I saw Peggy Ann’s car and Sherry’s vehicle still in the drive way, I assumed they were visiting….several minutes later they were still out there…yet another while past and they were still there…it tumbled to me, “it is drizzling rain…they aren‘t standing in the rain visiting!”… I went to the door to see if there was some kind of trouble….Peggy Ann, in the drizzling rain, was on the ground, half way under her car, in her party clothes and Sherry in her party clothes was toting a chain to her.
I ashamed of my self…but the first thing I did ,was run for my camera….Angela had it in Madison, so I crabbed my phone, it can take pictures and went back to the door…snapping pictures as I hollered “Want me call Russell?” *
Peggy and Sherry
And they did! PA fastened one end of the chain to her car…Sherry fastened the other end to her four wheel drive pickup truck…and that was it! Out it came!
Here is my title
Country Girls can Survive!
I am sorry to say, the pictures did not turn out well…..
Love to all
It was three years ago today that John died, if the Lord allows the deceased to look down and check on those they left behind, I believe John would be proud of the way , our golden retriever, Charlie and I are adjusting, we miss John but, we are settling in to a routine, we do a lot of puttering, we shuffle around in the shop a good bit…we go for a drive most every day…..we always have some kind of project going…We are happy….John would want us to be happy. …The days are getting noticeably longer, soon the daffodils and Japanese magnolias will be blooming…Charlie and I enjoy the longer days….longer days make for shorter nights.
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