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Saturday, October 30, 2010

You must never lose faith in mankind because there will always be people out there willing to go the extra mile for you.

My wife watches our 14-month-old grandson, Sean James, during the week while my son and daughter-in-law are off at work.

Recently she was returning home early in the morning with Sean in his car seat when she experienced car trouble. What she thought was smoke filled the interior of the car. She quickly pulled over and got the little guy out of his seat as she feared the car might be on fire.

Saturday, October 23, 2010


When I was growing up, my mom and my best friend Laura's mom, Joanie, always joined forces on trick or treat night to make sure Laura, her little brother Johnny, and I were safe when we went trick or treating.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Up until last week my columns on unidentified flying objects were sparse. I might have written one or two before in the years of writing, but that would be about it.

You may not realize it, but these columns typically are written a few days before you are reading it and last week's column was written around the time that New York City became the focal point for hundreds, if not thousands, of skywatchers.

Saturday, October 23, 2010


When you work with words all day, sometimes it's fun just to play with them. Take for example the following sent in by a subscriber who wanted to share them with other readers.

1. The fattest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.

2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.

3. She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

'Tis the Scary Season.

This is the time of year when we talk about haunted houses, things that go bump in the night, witches, goblins and ghosts, oh my.

While I will admit, all those things are scary, here are a few other things I find frightening.

Take my eyebrows.

A while back I really stared at the large family portrait that hangs above my mom's sofa. It had been taken over 25 years ago and I've seen it a million times. But this day I was fascinated about how we had all changed. Then I really looked at myself.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

When rescuers pulled the Chilean miners to safety after they were trapped in a mine for 69 days, I was like millions of others riveted to the coverage.

First I prayed for the miner's safety, then I cried tears of joy as each man rode the capsule to freedom. I couldn't turn away from watching TV until the very last miner surfaced.

I empathized with the families for a special reason: my father was a coal miner who worked for years as an anthracite coal miner in several independent mines.

Saturday, October 23, 2010


Well into the 20th century, the perception of many farmers was that education was an intrusion, depriving them of a free workforce – namely their children.

When schools closed during the summer months, it didn't mean a break for a majority of youngsters. They traded their class time for a full-time job of working the family farm. To help put food on the table, working to till the fields or clean the barnyard was a fact of life for many youngsters.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

I read an interesting article before I wrote this column that called into question whether drugs is the only solution for helping people to heal. The author postulated that the Big Pharma companies which comprise 10 of the top 500 wealthiest companies in America are using drugs to prevent people and health care from exploring alternative healing methods or holistic approaches to medicine. The article points out that drug companies spend more marketing their magic pills than they do in research and development.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

A six-column headline in our local paper this week read: Two charged in beating of elderly man.

When I went on to read the story, I was a bit stunned to discover the "elderly man" was 67.

In my mind, there is nothing elderly about someone who is 67 – unless the person making that pronouncement is under 30.

My husband is well past 30, but he agrees with the headline writer: "Sixty-seven is elderly," said the man I married who still leads the lifestyle of a teenager.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

A column, some weeks back, listed a whole slew of Burma Shave ads, those relics of the past that dotted our highways back in the 1930s and 40s. We had such a good response to that column, obviously from people who have been around long enough to remember those days and those signs, that we came up with a few more you may remember.

For those too young to remember, just think of it as a simpler time when text messaging wasn't even dreamed of. But messages managed to get to us just the same.

Thanks to Burma Shave for more than just a close shave.