A small amount of cream puff pudding had collected in the bottom of the pan. I opened the silverware drawer for a spoon and just as I put it to my mouth a friend walked in the door.
“Oh, I see we are standing at the sink and eating out of the pan now!”
No, it’s a case of, do as I say, not as I so.
She says, “I bet you have started drinking out of the milk jug, too!”
Oh no, not all of the time. Just once in a while when it’s brand new and so cold and inviting. I haven’t lost all of my civilization yet, but I overheard someone in the store say, that’s the nice part of growing old, you can do as you please.
I didn’t eat my black eyed peas exactly on New Year’s Day. No new resolutions. I’m not into superstitions that deep. Walking under a ladder, avoid a black cat, a broken mirror, just aren’t in my interest zone.
This community was saddened by the death of Kenneth Kinney and Clarice Wistrom.
Millie’s lesson at UMW struck a nerve with me. She said although we are all thankful for family and health, etc., but do any of us give thanks for sight, hearing, taste, smell and feel.
Also a phrase that stuck in my mind was about the innocence of children and new fallen snow. Also a quote from my home town newspaper, “Cherish your children for what they are, not for what you would like for them to be.”
Betty Weston’s brother Stewart returned home from the hospital and it was so good to see Curt Olsen back in his pew again.
A sign of the times, first I was charged for my new checks, now I’m being charged for having an account with them.
It sure is nice weather. I keep thinking that every nice day means that many less bad ones later on. I hope it works that way.
Sign in a window — You don’t forget, you just move on!
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Editors note: Edith Lammey has been a resident of the area for nearly 40 years. She can be contacted through The Times at 451-1196 or prtnews@nwaonline. com. The opinions of the writer are his own, and are not necessarily those of The Times.