Grandchildren — God’s Gift to Grandparents!
Grandchildren are the most anticipated arrivals in the older generations’ lives. We hint, we cajole. Yes, we even push our own children about when we can expect these little blessings from above. Then, a grandchild is on the way.
We have been blessed with two grandchildren… boys. Joy! Our lives changed. Two little ones to entertain and be entertained by in return. Life had new meaning. Holidays were more festive. Then something unforeseen happened. They became teenagers. We were no longer a mainstay in their lives. There was band, music lessons, soccer, play practice, boy scouts and “hangin” with friends to find time for now. One summer we hardly saw them; so after school started, and they were settled into a new routine, I prepared two different tests for them to fill out to bring us up-to-date.
(Check one) Sample Test Number One – Middle School
1. How are you feeling about the start of another school year? Euphoric- Fine- So-So- Despondent
2. How did you feel about leaving elementary school for middle school? Sad- Melancholy- It was about time- Whoopee!
3. What image do you wish to portray at middle school? Mr. Cool- Awesome- Leader- World’s funniest sixth-grader
Sample Test Two – High School
1. How is the food at High School? Edible- So-So- I bring my lunch- Usual cafeteria fare (This guy wrote “Barely” in front of Edible and checked it!)
2. How was your freshman year? Easy- Too long- Went by fast
3. How are your driving skills? Mr. Lead foot- Cautious- Tentative- Confident
There were ten questions on each test and I ended with this admonition: Thank you for your time. Call me sometime to keep me up with the important things that happen in your life. Love ya! G’ma.
(Answers: Test one: 1. Euphoric 2. Whoopee! 3. Leader and World’s funniest sixth-grader. Test two: 1. Barely Edible 2. Went by fast 3 Tentative.)
P.S. if you are considering making such a test, I’m sorry that I did not include the boy-girl thing or BFF’s (Best Friends Forever – for those who don’t text.) Good Luck on restoring communication with those precious TEENS!
Things Heard ‘Round the Potbellied Stove
The Nine Mile Presbyterian Church hosted an ice cream social in the Nine Mile facility on Saturday, Sept. 12. Ice Cream and finger foods were served. If you missed coming to this one, watch for notices next year about this time. It’s an annual occasion.
Jo Ann Hanselben had been on a two-week vacation from the restaurant early in September to be with her daughter for the birth of her first grandbaby. A beautiful, seven pound girl, named Opal Rose arrived right on time. Ask Jo Ann to see a picture of her new granddaughter. I’ll bet she has one.
David Crane and Mason went on a camping, bicycling and scouting trip one weekend in September with the Fulton, Troop 50, Boy Scouts. We are all thankful when everyone returns unscathed.
All the club members were looking forward to the Williamsburg Ladies’ Club Sept. 16, meeting. Kathy Zerr’s daughter-in-law Anna Zerr presented a wonderful program featuring Wildtree spices and rubs which include jams, oils, and marinades. Members enjoyed her delicious samplers. If you are interested in these products contact Anna at 573-254-3568.
The North Callaway High School varsity football team had some impressive wins this season, and the eight-grade team ran all over the Fulton Middle School team. Wayto-go, T-Birds!
The Ladies group that meets here on Thursdays had a surprise visit recently when Jan Gray brought her mother, Mary Nance, to the restaurant to have lunch. Thanks to some fast telephoning, we had quite a group assembled in the party room to visit with her. Come back soon, Mary!
Kuddo’s to our cooks, Megan, Danielle, and Jo Ann. We would not have the ratings we have on Trip Advisor or Yelp without having the consistently GOOD FOOD they put forth out of our small kitchen. Thank You, Ladies.
Join us Friday, October 16, and Saturday, October 17, at Williamsburg Community Building for the Annual Sale hosted by Shirley Eckert, Jan Gray, Lynda Alden, and Ginny Eckert. There will be great “Stuff” at low prices; Craft supplies, Material, Halloween and Christmas Décor, Household items, Gifts, and more.
I have a reputation that I won’t sell or throw away anything, but occasionally I will make a trade. Recently, I made just such a trade for another Jesse Howard painted sign. We now have two of his signs in the museum. Jesse was a farmer from Bachelor, Mo area. Whenever Jesse was angry or upset about an unfairness perpetrated by “higher-ups” on the public or an individual, he would paint a sign naming the “culprit” and quoting Scripture to back up his claim. These signs became quite numerous. He would display them all over the town of Fulton.
When a stranger to this hobby first viewed one of the signs, it is easy to attribute it to coming from just another disgruntled person. Not so with Jesse Howard. His signs are now viewed as wonderful examples of Rural Art. They can be found in many museums around the country including The Smithsonian Institute, museums in the cities of Baltimore and Kansas City and in university collections.
During a visit with Judge Gene Hamilton the other day, I learned that Jesse was a relative of his. Come into the museum and read the messages on these two signs. You may see that the name of the offender or offenders may be somebody that you know.
Patrons of the Month
It would take most of this paper to list all of the interesting people we have seen and served this month. We had four delightful ladies from Japan who were visiting at Van’s (Flying V Skydiving Ranch). They had been classmates of Van’s wife Emico. What wonderful, smiling people they were. They took pictures of Debbie and me, and bestowed lots of hugs as they departed.
One day a gentleman came into the museum and approached my desk. “I know you,” I said. He extended his hand and told me, “I’m Jack.” “I know you are,” I replied, “You’re Jack Clark.”
I thought that this exchange was all there would be, and it was enough that I had the chance to meet him, one of my heroes from the Cardinals 1985 Championship team.)
Two weeks later, on Sunday, he came back to the museum with a picture of himself batting during those times and signed it “To Marlene; All the Best from Jack Clark, the Ripper, ’85 NLCS, St. Louis Cardinals!
The picture is framed now and by my desk for all fans from that era. What a nice man!
Character’s….. We Got’ Em
Our character this month is Jan Gray. She and her husband, Steve, worked very hard remodeling and restoring the house that Alf and Louise Knipmeyer lived in. All of that hard work paid off. The house is now a beautiful and comfortable retreat for hunters, travelers, extra guests and visitors to our area. It is the Gray Ghost Inn on the Boone’s Lick Trail in Williamsburg.
The unique thing about this guest house is that visitors have the house entirely to themselves for their overnight stay. The lovely kitchen has everything necessary in the way of appliances. The bathrooms are large and inviting.
Jan will do her best to accommodate her guests. The facility and Jan’s sunny attitude have attracted the over-the-road public. The Inn has been booked up almost every weekend the last few months and into November and December. Congrats, Jan!
When you are planning to be on the road again think about spending your downtime with Jan and Steve at the Gray Ghost Inn. [Phone: (573) 254-3888 or (573) 220- 6932 (cell)]
Joe mentioned Rural Art on his Joe’s Corner page. Here’s a Rural Art Joke. A Geezer, who had been a retired farmer for a long time, became very bored and decided to open a medical clinic. He put a sign up outside that said: Dr. Geezer’s clinic. “Get your treatment for $500, if not cured get back $1,000.” Doctor “Young,” who was positive that this geezer didn’t know beans about medicine, thought this would be a great opportunity to get $1,000. So he went to Dr. Geezer’s clinic. This is what transpired.
Dr. Young: — “Dr. Geezer, I have lost all taste in my mouth. Can you please help me?
Dr. Geezer: — “Nurse, please bring medicine from box 22 and put 3 drops in Dr. Young’s mouth.”
Dr. Young: — “Aaagh! – This is Gasoline!”
Dr. Geezer: — “Congratulations! You’ve got your taste back. That will be $500.”
Dr. Young gets annoyed and goes back after a couple of days figuring to recover his money.
Dr. Young: — “I have lost my memory, I cannot remember anything.”
Dr. Geezer: “Nurse, please bring medicine from box 22 and put 3 drops in the patient’s mouth.” Dr. Young: — “Oh no you don’t, — that is Gasoline!”
Dr. Geezer: — “Congratulations! You’ve got your memory back. That will be $500.”
Dr. Young (after having lost $1000) leaves angrily and comes back after several more days.
Dr. Young: — “My eyesight has become weak — I can hardly see!
Dr. Geezer: — “Well, I don’t have any medicine for that so – Here’s your $1000 back.”
Dr. Young: — “But this is only $500…”
Dr. Geezer: — “Congratulations! You got your vision back! That will be $500.”
Moral of story – Just because you’re “Young” doesn’t mean that you can outsmart a Geezer!
Ode to Baling Wire
Grandma had an old wood range (In today’s kitchen, it would look strange)
That stove had a heavy cast iron door And one day it fell off, right in the floor
Grandma wailed “Oh for goodness sake Now how’s my light bread a-gonna bake?
Grandpa said “Now just calm down– Your face ain’t pretty, with that big frown
Poke in some wood and stir up the fire I’ll fix that hinge with some baling wire
That wire mended fences and telephone lines! Cultivators and venetian blinds—
The washing machine or the barnyard gate It had uses too many to enumerate.
But the baling wire tale that beats them all Happened at a wedding at our church one fall,
At the alter stood the lovely bride And the handsome groom stood by her side
“Let’s have the ring,” the preacher said And the best man’s face turned firey red.
As he searched his pockets one by one To no avail. That ring was gone!
The preacher looked on in surprise And tears welled up in the bride’s blue eyes.
From one pocket he took his trusty pliers From another a piece of bailing wire—
And there in front of that congregation He fashioned a most unique creation,
With the makeshift ring, the knot was tied For the handsome groom and his radiant bride,
Well-these bailing wire tales could go on and on But the day of the bailing wire’s about gone.
They tie bales now with binder twine And I reckon it does work mighty fine—
But if something breaks, I still inquire “Does someone have some baling wire?”
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