Today we’re sitting in a waiting room, waiting. Every few minutes someone’s cell phone rings. That reminds me of being in church one Sunday morning a couple of years ago, hearing a cell phone ring.
2015 and 1996
There are times in a service that nobody would hear a phone go off, like during a particularly loud and familiar hymn. There are other times everyone can hear, even that old guy with a turned-off hearing aid. This was one of those times. Nobody was talking, the organ was playing softly. Deep in prayer towards the end of the service.
RING! I don’t recall the ring tone, but it was one of the brand rings. What’s the number of rings before it goes to voice mail? It rang one time less than that. Eternity in church feels like a long time. All through the ringing you can hear fumbling. Digging. The phone was at the bottom of a very deep purse.
Finally she found the phone. Foolishly, I thought she’d just silence the ringer and call it good. I’d be wrong. That’s when I learned more about the phone’s owner. An old lady’s voice loudly said “Hello!” This is just a guess, but she probably had or should have had a hearing aid.
That’s not enough! It was a brief discussion, that ended quickly with “I can’t talk now, I’m in church.”
Some of Grandma’s chickens
This was one of Grandma’s favorite stories. She was very proud to have pulled one over on the big car dealer in the county seat.
There’s a picture of the car, along with Fanny, in a recent post called “The Kids Travel to Nebraska.” There are actually a couple of pictures of family members with that car. I take that as a celebration of a good car and a good deal. The family drove a lot of Chevy’s and other GM cars from then on.
In 1939 Mama + Papa bought a ’37 Chevie from Mr Bertleson, the Chevrolet dealer in Steele. In the spring Mama had bought a thousand leghorn roosters to raise for fryers. Continue reading
Judy & Guy (left) at Prom in 1970
When I was in high school my friends and I went to a lot of dances. There were dances at the KC Hall, the Masonic Temple, the Legion Club and the high school. My interest was much more in the bands than in the girls, at least for the first couple of years. The only ones that had “dance cards” were at the Masonic Lodge. They were more formal, especially compared to the KC dances.
The memories that stick in my mind about the dance cards were that the last dance had to be slow, and the last two dances had to be with my date.
When I was twelve years old Delos Burley (He was called “Fuzzy” later because he was a very hairy person.) It was a party at Halloween time. When he stopped to pick me up he told my mom “She’ll always be my girl.” He was half right because we were always good friends. At that party we “bobbed” for apples. I was trying for one and …