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June 12, 2007

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Today’s Stories

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Remember When

Bill Walker

missourisage@yahoo.com

The flour sack story made me think of other things, way back when that is.  Maybe most can't remember these things, also maybe these things was before their time.

A man would go into a clothing store, and come out with a new three piece suit, he also carried a small box, other then the suit.  In the box would be a set of four pie plates, and four dinner plates.  I know this was in the 20s and early 30s. Can't remember just when that ended, man didn't buy a suit every year you know.  Most men maybe had one or two suits in a 10 year span of time.   All came with a vest, making the three piece suit.  A man working in a bank or office of some kind would take the suit coat off on a hot day. 

Go to the gas station, get 5 gallon for 65 cents, and sometimes a free gift.  A dish, a water glass, wasn't really a cheap thing either. Dad Gum crooks getting rich on a gallon of gas, should be no more then 8 maybe 10 cents a gallon. Nothing but water to start with. Got the car oil changed, and lubed for a dollar, blasted crooks, didn't take 10 minutes.  

Men would stand and brag about their bucket of bolts and the miles per gallon.  First fibber didn't stand a chance.  Didn't make no difference if the first fibber got 12 miles a gallon, last fibber was at 18 miles a gallon.  You could come on the same bunch tomorrow, and fibbers just changed places. 

Pop cooler has ice in it, different brands of pop getting cold. A bottle of pop any brand, one nickel, and you want to take bottle with you, be 2 cents extra.  A big brand name candy bar, the whole sum of a nickel, there was a few special brands that was a dime.  But either one was more then just a couple or three bites.

There would be a wagon moving down the street, the ice man selling ice door to door.  People had a card to put in a window if needed a block of ice. The card had on the sides 25, 50, 75, and 100. you wanted 25 pounds of hard frozen water, the 25 would be at the top.  The rich people has a stinking wooden ice box to put the ice in. Mama would some times wrap the ice in newspaper. Ice would take longer to turn back to water.  There was a drip pan at the bottom for the water.  Lot of people didn't have this modern thing called a old wooden stinking ice box.  Those had latched onto a big lard can at the store. That served as the ice box.  Again the ice got wrapped in newspaper . The ice cost a whole dime you know.

Milk wagon came by early of a morning. You got your quart of milk in a real glass bottle. You washed and set out yesterday bottle if you wanted a refill.  Horse knew the route that was pulling the little wagon. You could get milk, cream, and butter right at the door. 

There also was some bread companies that made house calls. Sold all sorts of bakery goods. Pies, cakes, rolls, bread, things like that.

Then there was the Fuller Brush man,  He came by ever so often, mama always got a free little brush, it was handy for many different uses. He always had a just what you need brush for something special.  You name it, Mr.Fuller had it, and it didn't take but a few seconds and it was in mama hot hand to get the feel of it. Just something she had to have, and Mr.Fuller just happen to have one, and if you buy it might get this to go along with it, you also need it.  Mr. Fuller was a salesman.

Then here comes Mr. Jewel Tea. He has a whole wagon load of things every woman this side of Heaven needs.  Why I can't figure how you are getting along till Mr. Jewel Tea showed up. He has many things to keep the kitchen baking, cooking, and so on.  And also he had a deal.  Now you can have this fine set of mixing bowls for only 10 dollars, but I tell you what I will do.  Now this is a special this week, in fact this is the last set I have, so when these are gone, I can't make this offer again. Now here is the deal, you need a set of spices, and I have this complete rack, you get the wall rack, with 20 different spices all for 27.95.  So with the bowls and spices, and this beautiful rack all for 27.95.   But tell you what I am going to do for you.  I can't do this for every body, but for you I will let you have it for the price of  19.95.  Now your not out of the woods just yet.  The beautiful rack is by no means full with the 20 different bottles.  The empty wide open spaces is for next trips by your way.  Mr.Jewel Tea will get those filled with unheard of spices, but any good housewife is just got to have.    Poor woman has been set up again by fast talking super salesman.

Yes there was a lot of door to door super salesmen. All had things every house wife needed to keep house.  These are long gone, like the days of 5 gallon gas for 65 cents.  but I remember.

Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write

http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5

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Poetry Corner

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Stretch...

Marilyn Nicholson

You're so handsome and sleek, with beautiful eyes.
I've loved you since you showed up at the door.
I know you love me too;
I can tell by the way you act around me.
You can be so tender and sweet.
You want to cuddle and be loved
and you sing the sweetest songs to me.
I wish that I could change the way your life had been,
as I know that you've had a horrible time.
but it's much better now, isn't it?
There's just one thing I want to know.
Why do you have to bite me?
I can understand some of the other things that you do.
I know you've been through a lot, but, you bite me!
You just have to lie on the bed right where I sleep,
and I move you so gently and you bite me!
This has to stop, right here, right now.
Don't make me get mad at you!
You're not at all like Missy, but no two kids are alike,
she'd never even think to bite me.
She's a totally different kitty.

Marilyn Nicholson

nicholson.m@earthlink.net

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 Looking On

( For Debra)

In her own life of moments,

 In the making.

I set still and observe

distantly.

I read thoroughly her passages,

 Giving grief to the pages,

When she ached for love

desperately.

I immerse myself in her accomplishments,

My own breathe, bruises my lungs

until. 

I take a chance to see inside,

Where she, taught me to go

and feel.

I find myself a shadow reader,

 In only her light of words do I

glisten.

Her truth sends out spirals of inspiration

But for those only dedicated to

listen. 

Her story is told in many intervals,

You don't have to know her to

tell.

God instilled words in her spirit,

When all else, fell calmly to

hell.

How pleasant she appears in the limelight,

I wish I could remember her ivory

 skin.

Because if pure was the meaning of Debra to me,

I would discover her story

again.

By Mary M. Dees

marlena7694@yahoo.com

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~The Formation Of A Mother~

Mary M.Dees

Permanently etched,

By the giving hands of time.

Came a logic as clear,

As Spring's awsome design.

Carefully shrouded,

 Beneath layers of lore.

A woman who became,

 Indefinitely more.

Unforeseeable changes,

 A whirlwind of chance.

Was a plausible excuse,

 For her fear to dance.

Instead, bound by strength,

 That she was born with inside.

She demanded a future,

 And took hope for a ride.

Trodden by the lack,

 Of help at her grasp.

Came faith in her knowing;

 This too shall pass.

Onward her passage,

 Became clearer by three.

Black hair, brown hair,

 Then, one blonde as could be.

Their course uncertain,

 Although attained by pure charm.

Her children learned purpose,

 In her encouraging arms.

Still, greatness is last,

To adorn her dim crown.

Although she fought with honor,

And stomped defeat, to the ground.

Typical and common,

So many ignorant might say.

She may even agree,

But we don't see her that way.

For she is a webb spawn,

 In directions, so far from her now.

And even the children of her children,

 Hold out their arms, wide and proud.

She is the beginning......

 "Remaining, with out end,"

Because of her, our children's children,

 Will experience life, yet again.

Who is she, Only a woman?

Just as plain as any other.

Look closer, she wears them,

The wings of a mother.

marlena7694@yahoo.com

Carol,
    It is always such a delight to be on Storytime again.  I love being in such good company
too.  Bill, Dianna, and Cynthia are all such wonderful writers.  Thanks for helping me to send
my little words around the world.  Wishing you every joy, Joe

 I love Diana Doles Petry's poems. Especially this one called Changing Places, which made me cry. I know she is changing places with her mum who is ill, but it applies to all of us.

I love you Diana,
S K Jandu

Cynthia,

Your poems brighten my every morning when I read them.  Thanks so much!

David Fox

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