I’M JUST CURIOUS: The mess of moving

The chaos of moving. (photo by Debbie Walker)

by Debbie Walker

Have you seen those shows on TV about the “Little Houses” and the people are “scaling down” to fit into them? Keep that picture in your mind. It’s not real, it can’t be real! And some of them with children! No way!

Oh all right. Maybe it’s possible if, and that’s a BIG IF, no one in the tiny house has any hobbies or interests and only owns two sets of clothing for each person.

Most of you know I moved back to Florida, last year. I got rid of a lot of my things in that move, only took what would fit in a minivan and my car.

I was moving into one room of my minimalist daughter’s home. It is the home of a minimalist (doesn’t like clutter) plus my room (hoarder). Half of my things were in my bedroom and the other half in a storage trailer they have.

Yes, I am moving again. It has been my goal to live in a trailer/camper when I retired. A few weeks ago I got my 26-foot fifth wheel camper. If you are not familiar with a fifth wheel, in this one the bedroom is basically over the bed of a pickup when it is being towed. So 8 feet of the 26-foot length is over the bed of the truck. The bedroom gives me about two feet on each side of the bed. I am referring to it as my loft bedroom because there are four steps going up. And you can’t stand up in there unless you are maybe five feet tall or under, otherwise like for me, you are bending over! It’s okay, I don’t spend much time up there anyway. The rest of it, kitchen, living room and bathroom, are quite comfortable. That is, will be comfortable once I get my things organized and weed out some that I probably don’t truly need. (That will be at the least, the third time I have cleaned out what I really don’t need.)

In this move, because I lived with my daughter, I am not rushed to get out. I have been able to move a few boxes at a time, thank goodness, because there would be no place to stack the boxes. If you can see clearly in the picture, under that pile of “stuff” is actually my sofa! I will try to put all that away tonight and go get some more to work on for tomorrow night.

Needless to say, packing a camper for a vacation is a far cry from packing to live in one. My biggest problem is clothes and books. I am going to have to get creative to put those things in order. I also have to figure what to do with things like my computer, printer, my sewing machine and my craft supplies. Are you getting a picture in mind? Nana Dee says we may have to do some creative construction and build up a second story. Now that would be a sight!

I am just curious what your craziest move was? I am waiting to hear. Contact me at DebbieWalker@thetownline.org. Have a great week!

I’M JUST CURIOUS: Code of Conduct for Southern Belles

by Debbie Walker

I have really enjoyed living in the south. Granted it is a bit too warm right now with our days topping off at about 97 degrees with the “feels like” 108 degrees. I don’t understand those figures. If it feels like 108, why isn’t it just 108?

I have had about enough of this ‘real world’ mess going on. You can get enough of that in just a few minutes on TV, so recently, when a friend passed on a new book to me, I decided to share some of it with you this week. The title is A Southern Belle Primer. It’s a book to have fun with, for me anyway. I hope you find it humorous as well.

A Southern Belle’s Ten Golden Rules:

1. Never serve pink lemonade at your Junior League committee meetings. It has Communist overtones. (Since I am not a Southern Belle I don’t understand this one either.)

2. Always wear white when you walk down the aisle (even if it’s for the third time)

3. Never wear white shoes before Easter or after Labor Day. The only exception, of course, is if you’re a bride. Bridesmaids, however, must never wear white shoes. Bridesmaids’ shoes should match the punch. (?)

4. It doesn’t matter if you marry a man who doesn’t know the difference between a shrimp fork and a pickle fork, you can always teach him. Just make sure he can afford to buy you both.

5. Never date your sorority sister’s ex-husband until at least three years after the divorce. You might need her to write your daughter a Kappa Kappa Gamma recommendation one day. Just remember it’s a lot easier to find a new man than it is to get your daughter into Kappa. (yeah, that is certainly one of my biggest concerns in life, how about you).

6. Never marry a man whose mother and grandmother owned silver plate instead of real silver. He’s not used to quality and he’ll try to cheat you on the divorce settlement. (Stay single, this is all too complicated!)

7. It’s never too soon to write a thank you note. Some belles take the notes and a pen with them to a party. In the middle of the evening they go into the ladies’ room and write a thank you describing how much they enjoyed the dinner (naming specific items). They then put the note in the mailbox as they leave. The hostess receives it first thing in the morning. Sure, this is compulsive, but you’re going to have to be compulsive if you want to become president of Junior League. (I looked up this Junior League thing on the internet and I will bet you becoming president of the United States is an easier process than becoming a League President!) (Yes, there really is such a thing as Junior League, a community service organization)

8. Never show off your bosom before evening and never wear an ankle bracelet before anything. Girls who wear ankle bracelets usually wind up twirling batons. There has never been a baton twirler who became Miss America and there’s certainly never been a baton twirler in Junior League. (so, I bet a tattoo is out of the question?)

9. Never chew gum in public and never smoke on the street.

10. Buy low, sell high.

The name of the book is A Southern Belle Primer, Or Why Princess Margaret Will Never Be A Kappa Kappa Gamma by Maryln Schwartz, just in case you want to study up on this stuff. Good Luck

I’m just curious if you remember the movie The Stepford Wives. Maybe those ladies would fit the criteria. What do you think? Contact me with questions or comments at DebbieWalker@townline.org.

Have a great week.

I’M JUST CURIOUS: Does anyone else notice?

by Debbie Walker

Does anyone else notice that we are on one heck of a ride? No, it can’t be an amusement ride because the governor of Maine has shut down any of those for the foreseeable future. Right now, it can’t be blamed on icy roads either. However, I feel as though I am in a runaway cart careening down a huge steep hill. No one seems to be in charge of the ride.

If someone is in charge, they certainly haven’t done anything to stop it, even slow it down. It has picked up speed since they(?) took prayers out of the schools. I don’t remember the whole story behind this, but it does seem like someone demanded and they got their way, sounds like spoiled children to me. Where is the common sense? Even as a child in school back then we didn’t understand the fuss. If you had reason to not join the prayer, then you just didn’t participate.

It’s just getting disgusting, there are so many people who seem to be whining about this not being right or that being racist. It’s all amazing to me. It sounds like little kids and someone is being the bully. “If I whine enough I know I will get what I want.” Now that is not a skill that requires much training. Remember infants, they learn when they are days old, I cry and they pick me up (change me, feed me, rock me, etc). You would think by the time we become an adult we could find another way of communicating. I guess not.

There are all different kinds of judgment in this world. Racism is just one of them. What tribe, clan, group, or nationality that doesn’t have some kind of story to tell. Taking down statues, changing names of logos, changing names of businesses is not going to change the history itself.

Native Americans lost more than can be described, to the new folks who moved into their country. I wasn’t born yet and I don’t feel responsible for that abuse (robbery), do you?

Other nationalities were used as slaves over the years, but I guess I must have missed their riots, I don’t remember. Native Americans fought their battles years ago.

I know I have a habit of simplifying things. To me there is something I am not sure has been tried. Try saying no for a change and stick to it. “No, you can not tear down that statue that has stood there for X-number of years. Move on, now, go find something else to occupy your mind. Have you made your bed today?” Simplified as you would with a willful child.

I am not politically minded. I am afraid I don’t trust any of the “rulers” of our world to be honest. Words are twisted, taken out of context. Some statements are just lies. Surveys designed to show the results you want. The list goes on and on.

How does this get fixed? Where is the strength this country is known by? There is no working together unless you are doing it my way, that is not working together folks. You were originally trusted to come together and make solid decisions. Did you forget? I guess maybe we need to come up with a strong reminder.

I’m just curious about a lot of things, even curious about the craziness of our country right now. For questions or comments please contact me at DebbieWalker@townline.org and remember these are my thoughts and have nothing to do with the opinions of The Town Line newspaper.

I’M JUST CURIOUS: A test of the mind #2

by Debbie Walker

As the title says this column is connected to last week’s test, it has the little quiz and the rhyme: St. Ives Travelers. Shortly you will read the answer but first the following was printed in the Weekly Magazine in Sept. 1779:

Why the deuce do you give yourselves so much vexation,
And puzzle your brains with long calculation,
Of the number of cats, with their kittens and sacks,
As you seem to suppose? – Don’t you see the cunning,
Old Querist went only? – the rest were all coming,
But grant the wives went, too, – as sure’s they were married,
Eight only could go – for the rest were all carried.

The answer:

The answer as well as the rest of the rhyme I found on Wikipedia. The answers are left to your interpretation, however the way I read it was:

The last line of “How many were going to St. Ives?” On the first line of the rhyming “As I was going ” and the next says, “I met ….”. To me that means only one was going to St. Ives. According to Wikipedia if you calculated all the numbers it would total 2,802. “You can find all of this on the internet on the Wikipedia website.”

Uses for Murphy’s Oil Soap

Insect repellent: combine lemon juice, vegetable oil, Murphy’s Oil Soap and water – put in spray bottle. Spray any area – around windows and doors.

Leather Cleaner: Put small amounts on dry cloth and wipe away dust and marks from leather.

Banister Cleaner: They can get very sticky, Clean that with Murphy’s oil soap.

Shines laminate floors: ½ cup Murphy’s, two gallons warm water. For bucket and mop use.

Permanent Marker Remover: removes marks on dry erase board.

All Purpose Cleaner: essential oils, two cups of warm water, a bowl and two tablespoons Murphy oil, mix well and put in spray bottle or just wipe surfaces straight from the bowl.

Sink Cleaner: wash away grease in your sink. Dry with clean cloth. Pour small amount of Murphy’s on a dry rag and wipe entire sink.

Bathroom cleaner: Mix soap with water – clean walls, sinks, shower and floor.

Remove grime from Hardwood finishes: Mix equal parts of Murphy’s and paint thinner to remove a thin layer of surface. Apply with a sponge, then wipe away with a sponge. Wipe away residues with a dry rag.

Clean and polish bridles and saddles. Also used to clean black-powder weapons.

Just a little history: Murphy’s Oil Soap recipe was brought to this country by a German immigrant. Murphy’s Oil Soap was run by the Murphy’s for 80 years when they sold to Colgate.

I just came across these little tidbits of information and decided to add them to today’s collections of writing, hope you don’t mind. It may be a subject you have discussed. Hope you enjoy the following:

When you are grocery shopping this article in Women’s World’s June issue may be of help to you, too. Have you ever wondered about those “Best if used by xx/xx/xx” dates on your groceries? Mom told me for years of her buying dented can foods that she did not go by the “Best if used by——” date. She looked for cans that bulged. If they did, she wouldn’t buy. The bulge is a warning, a sign of a bacterial problem. Of course, opening the can, the smell, the texture will tell the story for you. In the article they talked about eating things four years after the date. Wish Mom was still here to talk this over with.

I’m just curious about questions you might have. Let me know. Contact me with questions or comments at DebbieWalker@townline.org. Have a great week!

I’M JUST CURIOUS: A little test for the mind

Hummingbird by Emily Poulin, of South China.

by Debbie Walker

Recently I wrote about an old rhyme called “Mother May I,” and some memories it stirred up for me. At the same time Nana Dee had mentioned a couple of older rhymes, one of those was “As I Was Going to St. Ives”:

As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits,
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St. Ives?

So, figure that one out and I will give you the answer next week.

The history of this appears to have been printed as early as 1730, again in 1779, I believe this one was 1837.

The Hummingbird Story

(The name has been changed to protect the privacy of those involved!)

Recently, I was visiting Kathy’s cottage on Winnecook Lake, on the Burnham side. It was a wonderful, relaxing vacation. While sitting on the deck I saw a hummingbird darting around. I decided I would buy a hummingbird feeder to help the cute little bird with a supply of food.

The food packet made 16 ounces. I mixed it up, put some in the feeder and the rest in an empty Diet Pepsi bottle, taped the instructions to the bottle and put it in the refrigerator.

The next morning, I was leaving so Kathy and I only had a minute to say goodbye. I quickly told Kathy about the bottle in the ‘fridge.

Back in Florida the next afternoon I got a call from Kathy. She was talking about the antics of the birds. She told me they were zooming around, flying upside down and running into each other as though they didn’t see each other.

I told Kathy I had seen two hummingbirds crash into each other while I was there, and I have been told those little things are very territorial. After what I saw I do believe that one!

Kathy laughed and said, “I thought they were acting kind of drunk!” “Say, it was the wine bottle you put the mix in, right?” “No, Kathy, there was still a little wine left. The bottle wasn’t empty.”

“Oh, I thought that was the bird’s food that was in it. Ooops, this might be the reason for the erratic flying!”

I laughed. “Good story, Kath, I almost believed you.” I told Kathy I would have to share this story with The Town Line readers, but I wouldn’t use her name. Kathy was relieved to hear that, isn’t that right Kathy? Oooppps!

I am just curious who will be waiting to read the answer to how many were going to St Ives! So any questions or comments please contact me at DebbieWalker@townline.org.

Mr. Bob, I would like to thank you for the kind words you sent to our editor. It was very appreciated!!

P.S. My little first grandchild is already a month old. I had a wonderful visit with her last Friday and I finally got to rock her. I love rocking babies! Little Addi is growing like a weed! Thank you for all your comments!

I’M JUST CURIOUS: What to write about

by Debbie Walker

What to write about? I might have an idea for a column and in walks Nana Dee. We start talking about a thought that came to her during the early morning hours. She remembered a few words to a rhyme she knew as a child. This usually leads into a trip on the internet to discover the rest of the words and often the origin, our subject of that day. When I found it they said it was anonymous and written possibly in late 1700. Following this you will find the rhyme as found:

Mother may I go for a swim
Yes my darling daughter
Hang your clothes on a hickory limb
But don’t go near the water.

You may look cute in your bathing suit
Now act just as you oughta
Now and then you can flirt with the men
But don’t go near the water.

That brought back a memory for me. I have always loved the water. I have also always had problems with allergies and along with that came ear and sinus infections. My mother’s answer was “You can go swimming, but don’t go under water.” Not going under water to me meant I might as well stay home. Dad taught me to swim under water and then that was all I wanted to do. It seemed he could hold his breath and swim under forever! I tested myself and my cousins on how long we could hold our breath for a long underwater swim. The part about “hanging your clothes on a hickory limb” reminded me of a story I overheard Dad telling his sister one night. He told my aunt, his sister, there was one spring when his mother was puzzled by the lack of underwear she had in the laundry for her boys.

His dad had come in from a stroll by the lake and he told Gram he had seen the oddest tree, “It is blossoming with boys underwear.” So, with that discovery they went to the boys for answers. The way the story goes: the boys were also strolling one day by the water and decided to go for an unauthorized swim. They hung their pants on tree limbs and swam in their underwear. When finished they hung their underwear in the tree and wore their pants home. The problem was they had by now done this several times.

After their reprimand about the unsupervised swimming, they could no longer go near the water until adulthood! However, I always imagined after all was said and done, both parents must have had a great laugh.

I did break some of my parents rules having to do with swimming because of my being able to hear Dad and his sister. My bedroom was downstairs near the kitchen where they would chat into the early hours of the day. I caution others to remember kids hear way more than is intended for them to hear.

I’m just curious what memories might have been brought to your mind after reading the stories. Share with me, Please! Contact me with questions and comments at DebbieWalker@townline.org. Have a wonderful week!

I’M JUST CURIOUS: Other uses for booze…continued

by Debbie Walker

This chapter will be about RUM. The favored drink of many. As usual I was searching the internet and I typed in Other Uses for Rum, immediately, this website pops up that read, 101 Uses for Strong Rum. Hurray! Pay dirt! 101 uses on one site, how lucky! The clue should have been its other capital words read The Raw Bar Yoho, but even then, I thought ‘okay, a bar tender probably has some great thoughts on the subject.’ Now when I go on, I am hoping you will get the kick out of it that I did. If you get a chance look it up on your computer, it’s a funny write.

The rum this man (I still didn’t find his name) speaks of is called Sunset and under that it says Very Strong Rum. It is made on the island of St. Vincent in the Wayward Islands of the West Indies. Now that you have been introduced, let’s continue to some of the uses this man offers.

101 uses, not really, he admits he just made that up, but there are more than I can fit in this column:

Kill a Caterpillar: The brown caterpillar, nasty critter. They pour the Very Strong Rum over the caterpillar and light it on fire. (Fire seems to come up often in his cures).

Remove a wart: Rub as much of the wart away, using something abrasive. Then rub a Very Strong Rum soaked rag over it and then put fire to the wart. How many times you do this to remove the wart depends on the tolerance to burn pain.

Fuel for a 2-stroke outboard engine. An enthusiastic charter boat captain went on about the infallibility of the older, carbureted Yamaha outboards, and said, “an if you was to run out of fuel, you pour in strong rum an’ she still gonna run.”

Remove water from a fuel tank. Like dry gas, strong rum, it is said can be poured in a fuel tank ruined by water and once there it will somehow combine with the water and then dry out leaving clean gas behind. There are some scientists in a lab working on reproducing the effect, but not successfully.

Swimmer’s ear. With the same idea of removing water from the fuel tank, you pour strong rum into the affected ear and any water trapped inside will evaporate out. The rum will also kill any parasites and sterilize any infections.

Cauterize a wound. A man lost most of two fingers in a fight with a Marlin. His buddies feared gangrene and blood loss, so they tied off those two fingers and dipped them in strong rum then lit them afire to cauterize the wound.

Joint pain. An entry from the Journal of Questionable West Indian Folk Remedies said this strong rum would “sap yuh joints.”

All right, so this is all of the education for this night or you can look up The Raw Bar Yoho’s 101 Uses for Strong Rum on your computer and continue to learn some of the more ‘colorful’ uses for Strong Rum.

I’m just curious what other uses you are aware for this or other Booze.

Questions or comments, contact me at DebbieWalker@townline.org Have a great week!

I’M JUST CURIOUS: Smiles from children

by Debbie Walker

In Country Woman magazine, in its March/April 2003 issue, I read such a cute page and decided I would share it with you. We all need things to laugh about these days. Laughing helps to lower stress and aids in weight loss (if that’s the case I should be skinny!). Please enjoy the following:

After my husband showed our grandson the green beans he had planted. Ryan, 3, wondered “where are the jelly ones?” (Wanda Wyatt, Arkansas.)

Chatting with my granddaughter ,4, I listed the many chores I planned to do that day. “Whew,” she responded, “What you need is a Mom!” (Beth Tayson, Idaho.)

My three-year-old great-grandson came to me wearing his baseball glove and said, “Grandma, let’s play catsup.” (Wanda Thompson, Missouri.)

Explaining Colorado’s location to our grandson, his mother said it was above his home state of Texas. Promptly, Colton gazed skyward and said, “I didn’t see it!” (Nancy Roath, Colorado.)

At report card time, I told our young son he’d be rewarded for bringing home straight A’s. “That’s a sure thing,” he noted confidently. “My teacher makes all her A’s straight!” (Reba Martin, New Mexico.)

I even have one about my niece, Haliegh. It was close to her fifth birthday. I said, “Aren’t you excited, you’re going to be five years old.” She promptly told me, “NO. I don’t want to be five, I only know how to be four! ” (me) ”

“Why didn’t you have any kids, grandma?” Michael, aged 4, asked, “When I told him his mom and uncle are my children he replied “I mean kids you get to keep.” (Linda Isaacs, Oklahoma)

Thrilled by a book about dinosaurs, my then-young niece told her sister, “we should ask grandma and grandpa if they took any pictures.”

One chilly morning we passed a field full of newly-shorn ewes. “Look, mom” our four-year-old son noted with a shiver, “those sheep aren’t wearing their coats!” ( Rachel Wellman, Michigan.)

When I told the little girl I babysit for that I was going to color my hair, she responded, “You can borrow my crayons!”

Eager to share a safety rule he’s learned, grandson Chad, 3 , advised, “In case of fire, stop.. drop… rock and roll!”

One day, grandson Hunter and I were studying family photos when he piped up, “that boys wearing my face!” He was looking at a picture of his daddy at age three.

Defending why he liked to sleep with a night light, our then four-year-old reasoned, “it helps me see my dreams better.”

Catching me mumbling about how his baby sister had cried and fussed all day, my four-year-old pointed out, “she’s just doing her job.”

I’m just curious if you remember some of the stories you have heard over the years? How about sharing some of yours? Contact me at DebbieWalker@townline.org with questions or comments. Thanks for reading and have a great week!

I’M JUST CURIOUS: Other uses for booze

by Debbie Walker

I do enjoy discovering the different uses for ordinary things, some I cannot imagine how people discover these uses. Seems a lot of the uses come up just by accident such as using Preparation H for the bags under our eyes. That one I just do not think I want to know.

The information I am passing on today may come as a disappointment to some of you. However, some will be relieved to discover a use for left over vodka, whiskey, etc. if it is not your drink of choice but a bottle is left at your house. The following will be those suggestions:

VODKA:

Washing clothes: kills bacteria, odorless and colorless. Put some in a spray bottle and spray on clothes before hanging them to dry. Great freshener for the. Think I’ll try that one.

Shinier hair: Single shot of vodka mixed in your shampoo bottle. Stimulates hair growth, remove toxins, and gets frizzy hair under control.

Dandruff Shampoo: Combine a tablespoon of dried rosemary and a cup of vodka, strain the liquid and then rub into your scalp to remove dandruff.

Lighter Pie Crust: Replace one-third of the water with vodka to create a pie crust that is softer and more enjoyable.

Cure Poison Ivy: Just pour a little bit of vodka on the afflicted area.

Beautify face: Mix a cup of green tea with one-fourth teaspoon of vodka, then dabbing the liquid over your face with a cotton ball, it can help close pores and tighten your skin.

Toothache: Swirl a shot of vodka around your mouth, especially around the painful area to disinfect it and numb the pain a bit.

Removes Stains: To remove ink, red wine, and other food stains. Apply with vodka-soaked rag and dab area gently.

Relaxes Muscles: (I bet!) Combine water and vodka in a zip-lock bag and then freeze the entire thing. Vodka prevents it from freezing completely, slush is great for aching muscle.

Stinky Feet: (Don’t hurt the messenger!) Pour some on your toes.

Laundry: On vacation keep clothes smelling fresh by filling a spray bottle with vodka and spraying your clothes. Leave the now clean clothes out to dry in a well-ventilated area.

Repels Insects: Spray bottle and vodka. Spraying it on will defeat mosquitoes and other insects who like the taste of your skin. (If a policeman stops you and figures out what it is, just tell him it’s for medical purposes!)

Cleans cutlery: Soak the pieces for about five minutes in vodka before rinsing and drying off.

Cuts rust: Soak rusted items like screws, scissors, etc., in vodka for a few hours before rubbing rust off.

Dries out clogged ears: vodka can dry out your ears after swimming. Put a few drops of vodka in to dry them out.

Cut flowers live longer: A teaspoon of sugar and a teaspoon of vodka to the water in your flower vase will keep the flowers looking good longer.

I am running out of room so I will just add vodka at below 60 percent alcohol as a disinfectant.

Spare your liver and put the vodka to better use! (Just being funny, I hope!)

I’m just curious if you have ever used any of these. Let me know, please. Contact me at DebbieWalker@townline.org.

I’M JUST CURIOUS: What has happened to us?

by Debbie Walker

This is another one of those columns I must ask you to not blame The Town Line editor. This is just my thoughts on a subject and my curiosity how you would want to react. And I said ‘would want to react’ because there are situations we might want to say or do __whatever________ but we maybe we are shy or, whatever.

You are on a flight home and you notice a uniformed soldier on board. You become aware he is escorting a fellow soldier who is in a casket in the cargo hold of the plane. You have just been informed the soldier will be the first to debark the plane, he will go below and march with the Honor Guard as they bring a fellow soldier off to present to his family. You are asked to “remain in your seat and quiet, please.”

Our traveling widow of a 20-year Navy doctor is on this flight. She had a thought and went to each person (before the plane began descending). She wondered ‘wouldn’t it be nice if we sang the national anthem as the procession begins?’ Most of the traveler’s thought this was a wonderful idea and there were a few who said they did not care to. Okay, so they just do not participate.

Just before landing the flight attendant comes to you and says it is against company policy to do the singing and wants you to tell the others. She said there were a few people who were not comfortable with the idea. The Navy widow decided to not co-operate. But the attendant got on the PA system again with the instructions to please stay seated and observe the request for quiet.

The Navy widow saw the singing as respectful. She felt so bad that she was not brave enough to go through with it because she was afraid of repercussions with the airlines. She was hurt thinking what her husband would say about that. She felt she let him down.

Imagine, the plane lands on American soil (last I knew Atlanta was part of the United States), they wanted to honor the American soldiers on American soil, with an American-based airline. They were instructed to not sing the National Anthem.

I want to write this for another reason besides the injustice heaped on this woman and the others. Please understand I am, of course, curious; how did we ever get to this point? An American soldier, escorting a deceased American soldier, lands on American soil and because of a couple of people were unhappy about it Americans could not sing our national anthem. What has happened to us? When? There have always been people who did not want to be ‘part of …….’ However, these days that is all it takes. What about our rights? I do not buy the line that “we don’t want to offend”. A friend of mine has a saying, heifer dust!

I understand our lady received a letter of an apology from the airline and they assured her that the attendant was wrong, they had no such policy. Oh well folks, the damage was already done.

Okay enough of that. You know what I am curious about this time. But I also want to share a wonderful event! I became a great-grandmother today to a beautiful little girl. Addison Grace came on May 6, 2020, and, of course, I am in love! We all are here! I cannot wait to see her and rock her; it’s one of my favorite things about having a baby to spoil! Rocking and reading to them.

Have a great week! Thanks again, for reading.