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Connecticut Saga
“Or a nut in the nutmeg
state”
I knew the house would be mine
some day. I practically fell out
of the station wagon when I saw
a “For Sale” sign on the lawn out
front. Norm applied the brakes
like a dutiful spouse so I could
peek in the windows. Much to
my delight the door was open and
a little note of welcome typed
neatly inviting us to come in and
look around. We did and Norm
could see I was a goner.
The owner must have gotten
wind of the out of state license
plates and once he saw my face
he knew he had a feminine Mr.
Blandings in tow. I was swoon'ng
around the place and the kids were
tearing around pecring into fire-
places and discovering the barn
and shed, while Norm stood quiet-
ly by wondering if he could rhuster
the strength to produce another
place similar to “Mad Acres” back
in Huntsville. What with courage,
slave labor, a champagne appetite
ona beer income and the complete
cooperation of the Kingston Bank
we had brought order out of chaos
and had a lot of fun doing it. Be-
fore we left here that day I had
constructed mentally a fence, a
strawberry patch,
turkey run,
compost heap,
could almost see a garden pool
dancing in the sunlight. I looked
) Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Heartfelt wishes kindled by affection
and steeped in friendliness... wishes
that peal out like church bells... that
echo through the air like a song.
over at Norm and asked, “What
do you think of it?” and he re-
plied, “I like it but don’t you think
it’s a little far to commute?”
We came back the following
three days and on the third day
I resented some other folks coming
n and looking around. Keith, a
very sympathetic soul, announced
in loud tones that his Mother was
buying the house but gave them
permission to look over the up-
stairs. We drove back to Hunts-
ville the next day and all I could
see or think about was the house.
We wrote to Wade and told him
about the place and I guess he
judged from the letter that we had
decided to take the great step and
move. As far as Wade is concern-
ed the sun never shines in any
city but Wilkes-Barre (Chamber of
Commerce please take note) so he
deemed we had taken leave of our
senses. This reaction bothered us
not at all as we have been con-
sidered borderline cases for years
but no one has caught up with us
yet.
Before leaving for Pennsylvania
we had conversed with- the owner
and I told him just two things
were bothering me. The heating
system ‘and the well. He assured
me I would be warm with an oil
burner and that the well had never
gone dry. The oil burner was what
really got me down. Frankly I
love anthracite. You can see it
com’ng in the truck, hear it run-
ning into the cellar and then go
down stairs and admire it and the
man who earned enough sheckles
to have it delivered to you, Really
a soul satisfying experience. Now
take oil. You look out some day
and see something that looks sim-
ilar to a boaconstrictor lying on
your lawn. If you open the door
you can smell it but you never get
see it. In no time it’s gone
and what have you to show for it?
A little film on the curtains and
an unpaid bill. Burn anthracite
and you have nice clean heat. On
cold days you can put on the draft
and it knocks itself out throw-
ing off heat, and then you have
mounds of wonderful ashes left and
you feel like you really get some-
thing for your money. How do
people get along without ashes?
We ashed the driveway after snow-
storms, used it for drainage in the
gardens and as drainage for the
terrace. How I miss that ash pile
‘n the cellar. The owner went on
to say that we would probably
have natural gas before too long.
That is somthing I was at a loss
to converse about. I felt like some
one had taken Wilkes-Barre’s name
in vein. I longed to assure him
‘f we had gas it would be natural
but it was no time for a pun.
Back in Huntsville we thought
about moving and considered the
pros and cons and came out about
even. Norm had the clever idea
of moving to St. Petersburg to
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spend the rest of our lives but I
said, ‘“What about the brats?”
and he said, “Boy, they would cer-
tainly ruin the peace and quiet
down there,” so we gave St. Pete
up as a dwelling place. However,
I know he has it in the back of
his mind to live down there some
day in the ballpark with the Yan-
kees. I just hope I die before he
pitches his tent behind home plate.
Last winter when we visited some
friends in Florida Norm drove me
over to St. Pete and said it was
a shame to be so close to that
city and not see it. He had me
almost convinced until I began to
see banners announcing we were
in St. Pete, “Winter Home of The
Yankees” and then I knew why
he was so anxious for me to see
St. Pete. We even had the good
fortune of having breakfast in the
hotel where the ball club stayed.
Norm caught sight of Yogi Berra
and you would have though Betty
Grable was crossing the dining
room in her birthday suit: Norm
hastily summoned the waitress and
they disappeared behind the sport
page of the local paper and came
out only long enough for her to
point out more Yankees to Norm.
Our sight seeing consisted of
watching two ball clubs work out
and then locating the ball park
and being the first two to enter
the holy premises to watch bat-
ting practice. Just prior to game
time the fans began to arrive via
a wish
* ...don’t drive after drjnking...warn
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In this cherished time of the year,
D ON
when good will and joy are a shared
radiance — make those wishes come true.
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SAFETY.
Holiday happiness deserves to be pre-
served every day in the year.
By Phyllis Smith
crutch, cane and wheel chair and
Norm sat up big as life with his
silver hair glimmering in the sun-
shine and said he felt right at
home with the old folks. As for
me I felt I should go out and pitch
for batting practice or even go in
and pinch hit if the occasion arose.
I forgot to mention it was a double
header in every sense of the word
and Norm felt that the long drive
to Florida had been worth just
that one day alone.
By the end of September we
made up our minds to move. Our
next project was to find a buyer.
We knew it would have to be some
one who would appreciate how we
had knocked ourselves out fixing
up the place. We did realize that
we were in a highly desirable loca-
tion. It was fast becoming the
Westport of Wilkes-Barre. What
with swimming pool and rail fences
and the post lanterns getting larger
all the time, it was becoming su-
burbia at its very best. I know
of a couple who wanted just what
we had to offer and that is how
Sis and Bill came into our lives.
The night we sold the Huntsville
house I cried like a baby. I felt
like I had sold one of the kids.
I admit there are times I might
consider giving them away but sell-
ing them would be out of the
question, in more ways than one.
Once we had signed on the dotted
line there were all sorts of things
to be taken care of. Moving from
Be merry. Toast the Season, if you must
... but be careful... be considerate. : :
Don’t let exuberance blot out caution.
Don’t invite tragedy by overindulgence
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one house to another is a terrific
undertaking but child’s play as
compared to moving from one state
to another. The most interesting
thing of all was the reaction of
various friends, and I use the word
friends cautiously, of ours. A couple
of sentimental souls cried, some
felt really sorry, and I know of a
few who actually rejoiced. They
were mostly the ones who never
missed the water till the Smiths
ran out of rye so I refuse to feel
rejected, sad or even sorry, Several
folks ran in to say goodby that
you thought never knew you lived
around there so one outweighed
the other. During my twenties I
wanted very badly to be liked hy
everyone but now my only ambi-
tion is to keep the few good friends
I have. A person who everyone
likes -is either unbearable or a com-
plete drip, not capable of having
opinions or any thoughts that dif-
fer from other peoples. Now to
get on with the story.
Norm was more worried about
the chickens and turkeys than any-
thing else. The turkeys were too
young to die and the June peeps
were pullet size and ready to lay
eggs. Ta dispose of either would
be murder in a sense. Bill quietly
suggested that he might take over
the live stock but for a while Norm
was convinced that no one could
take care of them like he did. I
think I had the bright idea of
letting Bill finish . raising .turkeys
and then dividing with us after
the killing. At the time Bill
thought it a good arrangement but
now that they are gorging them-
selves on a hundred pounds of
food every three days he’s begin-
ning to wonder. I don’t know if
the girls have started to lay eggs
yet but I do know that Bill has
acquired seventeen ducks from
Hank Jones. Remind me never
to trip through that yard in my
bare feet.
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