With all the water that’s fallen this year, I’m beginning to wonder if there is a large boat on a desert range someplace with a little old man loading up the animals two by two and I didn’t get the word.
My yard is so soft that I can’t walk across it without sinking down with each footstep. But then, when I hear the news stories about Texas, I simply say a prayer for those folks and give thanks that all I have to worry about is soft ground.
As I have said previously and freely admit, I love Goodwill stores. No, let me clarify that, I love any good junk store and will stop on a dime when I see one. My children and grandchildren all know I have a special Goodwill Community Foundation GPS locator on my car. It’s tuned to pick up the nearest store within a five-mile radius of my location.
I take my phone into the store with me and will Google the value of anything that looks the least bit vintage (fancy word for “old”) and have found some very valuable items and some not-so-very-valuable items that just simply appealed to me. And, again, I am not a hoarder but a collector of “things.”
Let’s just say that if GCF ever needs a non-actor spokesperson, I’d probably fit the bill. I am, however, still looking for a chamber pot (fancy word for slop jar, and I just embarrassed my entire family) in case the rain keeps falling and the septic tank can’t handle all the water.
Allen Barbee Jr. was in the office last week and was wondering what folks did with regard to that very thing about 100 years ago. Obviously, he did not grow up in the country. I did find an answer though when I (you got it) Googled that question. The answer states: “Although civilizations have tried improving sanitation over the last 3,000 years, it was not until the early 1860s when the first ‘septic tank’ was invented and put to use using concrete and clay pipe. However, it was not until the 1940s when somewhat of a standard was used in the populated areas.”
And there you have it. The burning question that’s been on your mind for some time has now been answered. I’m still looking for that chamber pot.
The Spring Hope High School class of 1962 is mourning the death of another classmate last week. Jimmie McKinley Green was one of “Dr.” Rex Stevens’s boys. He was voted “Friendliest Boy” by our senior class and was homecoming king that year.
Jimmie served in Vietnam as a radioman. During his tour of duty there, his father died and Jimmie was allowed to come home for the funeral. While he was at home, his unit was hit by combat fire and many of his comrades in arms were killed. He always felt that the Lord took his dad at that time so that he might live.
He married classmate Barbara Ann Miller, who is also deceased, a few months after our high school graduation. They were truly the sweethearts of our class.
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