I was foraging for something different to discuss today and stumbled upon
a letter written long ago by a now deceased friend of the family. She was vibrant and mischievous to the last;
an example I clearly desire to emulate.
In her exacting script she wrote:
Remember, old folks are worth a fortune, with
silver in their hair, gold in their teeth, stones in their kidneys, lead in
their feet, and gas in their stomachs. I
have become a little older since I saw you last and a few changes have come into
my life since then. Frankly, I have
become quite a frivolous old gal. I am
seeing five gentlemen every day! As soon
as I wake up Will Power helps me out of bed; then I go to see John. Then Charlie Horse comes along and when he is
here he takes a lot of my time and attention.
When he leaves, Arthur Ritis shows up and stays the rest of the
day. But, he doesn’t like to stay in one
place very long, so he takes me from joint to joint. After such a busy day I’m really tired and
glad to go to bed with Ben Gay. What a
life!
P.S.
The preacher came to call the other day. He said at my age I should be thinking about
the here-after. I told him, “ Oh, I do all the time. No matter where I am, in the parlor,
upstairs, in the kitchen, or down in the basement, I ask myself, what am I here-after?”
We are a clever lot; over time we’ve
designed and invented a lot of effort saving devices; along with amusing
entertainments. But I’ve come to
appreciate this much, none of them can replace a keen wit and unbridled humor…none.
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