|The Spice Rack|
By Dorotha Schaefer
Sunday morning at the Dallas Lamb Foundation and its nearby apartments is generally one of peace and quiet. This Father’s Day, Sunday morning became more than that when a fire alarm went off giving everyone the wrong idea – there was no fire nor was there any smoke – just an alarm.
Having heard the sirens, I dashed into the hall to see what was the matter. I met one of the handymen striding along followed by five men dressed in all the necessary equipment in case the alarm wasn’t false. They were an impressive crew! I have been told that all the firemen have to do when called for help is leap into all their equipment, which is piled on the floor at the station house, from boots on up.
It was soon apparent no fire was burning anywhere in the foundation, great sighs of relief were heard and Father’s Day reigned again.
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Marjorie moved into a different house this month, one she had admired for years. She spent much time going through drawers and boxes, getting rid of things no longer needed in the new home. She found a pair of spectacles that were familiar; she knew they had been her mother’s, who had been gone for years.
The frames were almost new. She tried them on and they fit perfectly, at which time she decided to wear them for awhile. Later in the day, she wanted to read the newspaper and decided she would need her own glasses. That was when she took off the pretty glasses that belonged to her mother and discovered there were no lenses in them.
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The above story reminded Marsha of a family tale of long ago. At the death of her grandmother, her grandfather moved into their home. He liked living there, but sometimes left for a few days to visit his brother in a nearby state. He was gone on such a visit and when he returned he told the family he wasn’t in good health. Something was wrong with his eyes.
A phone call from his brother solved the problem – “Grandpa is wearing my glasses,” said his brother, “and I have been trying to wear his.”
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Long ago, in October 1989, Paulding County was enjoying a bookmobile. The Progress was inviting everyone to visit the machine when it was in their town and listed was a lot of new books to be enjoyed.
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Kate tells this tale of travel woes, the likes of which no one wants to experience. She and two cousins went to New York City and at the request of one of them decided to go to Chinatown. They climbed into a taxi and too late discovered the driver couldn’t speak English. They gave him their hoped-for destination and hoped for the best.
The cab driver took them to Wall Street, here and there, and finally they were on the Brooklyn Bridge. Kate knew they were being given the run-around and complained to the driver. Instantly he made a U- turn on the bridge and was hit by another driver.
The two drivers leaped from their vehicles and starting hitting each other and yelling. The police arrived and took the frightened visitors to Chinatown in a cruiser, quite exciting for country visitors.
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Are you wearing the right pair of glasses, remembering the old bookmobile, or getting in the wrong taxi cab? Tell us, we’ll tell everybody.
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