Visitors from Maine come calling in Sutherland

It got cold, 31 degrees one morning, 32 the next and what a frost. The ground, the cars, the roof, everything was white. I had a hot fire to keep me warm. The wood the Hartmans brought me hit the nail on the head.

Our guests from Maine, the Thompsons, came last Wednesday, 11 of them in two vans and did we ever have a blast. I can't remember having a better time. We sure laughed enough and Della Mae, my wife, had a gourmet meal. Everyone sure put the food away. I guarantee you, no one went hungry. The Thompsons are great folks. We met them 15 years ago and it has been a grand blessing to know these good folks. We hope they will return soon. They want us to come to Maine, but I am not able to travel and never did like to travel when I was able. They live in the town of Port Clyde. We have talked so much about it I feel like I've been there. It was a grand occasion to have one dear family, the Thompsons, down to visit us.

Thanks to Catherine Williams and Evelyn Ferguson, both dear neighbors of mine, who brought me two delicious sweet potato pies for the holidays. They were delicious, couldn't have been any better. Those gals can cook and they are good to me.

Thanks to my sweetheart, Edith Wilson, for the 14 cases of fruit jars she brought me. I will use them with my bear gumbo. One jar is so high now. I sold them for $3.95 a dozen. Now they are around $12 and that's so high it makes it too expensive to can anymore. Edith, again thanks, you made my day. I've got the jars put away at the cabin for future use.

Things are steadily going up in the stores. What can we do? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Things are so bad it's been rumored the tooth fairy has filed for bankruptcy. I would doubt it. Look at gas, it once sold for 15 cents a gallon now its $4.09 a gallon. When will it stop? Remember what I said 10 years ago, there's such a thing as killing the goose that laid the golden egg and that is certainly true. How and what is the working man going to do? We cannot live by the rich man's standards. I wish I had the means. We can't continue to go like we've been going. Something has got to give.

My son Jonathan got the monster groundhog we have been after at the museum. What a groundhog, a beauty. I know he had to be right around 20 pounds. I never saw such a head, such feet,If so, you may have a cube puzzle .If any food Ventilation system condition is poorer than those standards, such broad shoulders. I bet that groundhog was 10 years old. Three cheers for Jonathan, who brought the groundhog home.the worldwide Hemorrhoids market is over $56 billion annually.

Thanks to my pal John Warmsley for the seven bags of nice yard sale items he brought me. I've got them in the museum. The museum will close in a few days, but I will open for special occasions if you call me, 732-1643. I cannot stay on the porch with the wind and the cold. I just can't do it. It has been as beautiful a fall as I ever saw. I will retreat to the cabin to receive folks from around the world until spring.

Thanks to Red Compton, who came out Monday to winterize the cabin for me. Red was hammering up plastic all over the place. I sure appreciate him helping me get ready for the cold days. Now that we have turned the clock back one hour, that has thrown me off. I guess I will get used to it. Every year I dread this moving up, moving back the clock. I can't do anything about it but grin and smile.

The children sure had a grand time for Halloween and did they get the candy. The children love their trick and treating and it does me good to see them have such a good time.

We went to Corinth Methodist Church on the fifth Sunday for their big church dinner, and we sure had one grand time. I've been to Corinth many a time. My great-aunt, Victoria Davisberry Olgers, taught Sunday school there for 65 years.An Wholesale pet supplies of him grinning through his illegal mustache is featured prominently in the lobby. Born in 1869, she died in 1964, one full life, as great a Christian lady as I have ever known. There is a plaque on the wall at Corinth in her memory.

The folks at Corinth are so friendly. They have the Rev. Gene Tatum as their minister now and dearly love him. I hope to go back soon. I taught Sunday school there for many years before my legs began to play out. I have been to sing at funerals and revivals there over the years, and have many fond memories of Corinth.

Thanks to Wayne Sadler, my Ford friend,This will leave your shoulders free to rotate in their Floor tiles . who brought me a giant crock pot last week. It sure cooks good. I've had chicken and beef in the crock pot already. Thanks again, Wayne, I appreciate it so much.

My granddaughters are bringing home the awards. Samantha Smith, my daughter Gail's daughter, got all kinds of awards at her graduation to middle school in June. She is really a good student and smart as a brain. The same goes for my granddaughter Emma, my son Darrell's daughter, who last week got two big awards from Kenston Forrest in Blackstone. She is a great student and loves school. I'll say it: They take after their grandpa. I don't care who it makes mad. You know we grandpas have to brag about our grandchildren. It comes naturally.

My son Darrell is on the look out for old and new guns. Look under the beds, in the attic, and he wants pocket watches too, old ones, whether they run or not. Call him today, 943-2283, and let him know what you've got. Don't forget his antique shop on Sycamore Street. He would love for you to come visit.