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Linda's Letters

Saturday, July 27, 2013

President Ronald Reagan (old Mr. Sweet Tooth Cowboy himself) designated July as National Ice Cream Month in 1984. That alone should get his face carved on Mount Rushmore. But wait. He took it one step further by naming the third Sunday of the month as National Ice Cream Day.

In the proclamation, President Reagan called for all people of the United States to observe these events with "appropriate ceremonies and activities."

So, did you observe National Ice Cream Day with appropriate ceremonies and activities last Sunday?

Saturday, July 20, 2013

So last Saturday night Harry and I got all dressed up. (Meaning we wore more than just shorts and sandals.) We attended our 45th class reunion...Pleasant Valley High School, Class of '68. Go Bears!

Oy vay. Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing.

We had a great time! Due in part to a game we played. The committee came up with a list of questions and we had to guess which one of our 52 classmates it was about.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Remember I told you I bought Harry a set of remote control helicopters for Christmas?

He loved them. Well, he loved the little one best because he could fly it in the house. He loved flying it so much, it broke after only a few weeks. He loved it so much, he went back and bought another one. Which he loved so much, he broke that one, too.

Admittedly, they weren't expensive. Made in China ... where else. So, he's been helicopter-less for a while now.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Arnold Schwartzanegger is the Terminator.

RAID is the Exterminator.

I am the ... Procrastinator. Actually, I am the Queen of Procrastination. Let me take you to my land. And you must wear rose-colored glasses.

Procrastinators all over the world are given a bad rap. I ask you, how can a positive word like procrastinate have such bad connotations?

Let's dissect the word.

Pro is the prefix that means forward, affirmative, in favor of, for. These are all very positive meanings.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players"...William Shakespeare's "As You Like It."

Last fall, my niece Abby and I were making cupcakes. As we were working in the kitchen I said, "We need a little music." Abby, who was 12 at the time, loves music and singing. She has a beautiful voice. She had performed in Towamensing Elementary's musicals since she was in fourth grade and sings in our church's choir.

"Have you ever heard the music from "The Phantom of the Opera?" I asked.

"No," was her reply.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Harry came home from work one day and asked me a very serious question: "So, are they locusts or cicadas?"

I guess I should be flattered that he thinks I'm a walking encyclopedia. Not.

"I don't know. Aren't they the same thing? I just thought cicada was like the Latin name for locust," I offered, thinking that sounded very intellectual of me.

"I don't think so. I called them locusts and Roger said they're not locusts, they're cicadas," he said.

To the Internet I go.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Father's Day is tomorrow. Sonora Smart Dodd of Spokane, Washington, initiated Father's Day in 1910 believing fathers deserved recognition, just like mothers did on Mother's Day. She felt very strongly about that because her father was a single parent who raised six children. It didn't become a permanent national day until President Richard Nixon signed it into law in 1972.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

By Linda Koehler

lkoehler@tnonline.com

When flicking through the channels on TV, if I come across movies like "The Sand Lot," "The Natural," "Field of Dreams" or the old black and whites like "Angels in the Outfield," the flicking stops. I've seen them all several times, but I'm always a sucker for a good ballgame story.

Growing up in Kunkletown, backyard baseball and intense ballgames at recess were a big part of our lives. What was great about them was the boys let us girls play. That was a big deal in the 50s and 60s.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Last night at painting class, one of the gals told us a little story. On Memorial Day she visited the cemetery where her mother, father and sister were buried. She worked on cleaning and weeding their grave sites and got emotional, shedding a few tears at how much she missed them.

When she went home, she opened a bag of potato chips and the first one she took out stunned her. Right smack in the center there was a hole in the shape of a cross.

"I took it as a sign from my family that they were all all right," said Terri.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

I've had this white wicker furniture for almost 25 years. It's been painted and repainted. Piece by piece, it's slowly disintegrated.

Last year, my mom was sitting on one of the chairs when the legs gave way and down she went! After the shock and realization that she was OK, we couldn't help but laugh at the expression on her face when she went down. (Yes I know, we're a caring lot.)

Of course we became suspicious of the other chair and when it was noted that it too looked like it was on its last leg, (pun intended) it joined its partner in the trash.