The whole neighborhood came out to gawk when their first refrigerator arrived!

The home front

Teech writes: “This is the story of how my family got our first electric refrigerator.

“It was during World War II. The year was probably 1944.

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Want to make some magic in the back yard? Try adding some water!

Our birds, ourselves

Wilor  Bluege writes: “Looking out at our small back yard on the 15th of September, I noticed a couple of robins pecking at hard ground that had not seen rain for several days. I thought: ‘Let’s help those robins out by turning on the sprinkler for a few minutes, to soften the ground and bring up some nice juicy worms!’

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The recipe for a long life: Take a slice of homemade bread, spread with goose grease, sprinkle with salt?

Our community of strangers
And: You are what you eat (responsorial)

Norton’s mom of Eau Claire, Wisconsin: “I was disappointed when it was announced that Bulletin Board would no longer appear in the weekday paper, but I am now delighted with the lovely photos. Thank you!

“Responsorial to Dolly Dimples, regarding eating lard:

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The package promised that these Christmas lights would last 20,000 hours — most of them in a landfill?

Life in the World Economy

Elvis reports: “Elvis got the Christmas lights out yesterday, and two of the strings wouldn’t work. These are the fancy LED lights that cost a pretty penny, and the boxes they are packaged in make a big pitch that the LED bulbs will last over 20,000 hours!

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She was “Stayin’ Alive” with the stereo blasting — till she called the cops, and “Another One Bit(es) the Dust”!

Our neighbors, ourselves

Kathy S. of St. Paul: “Once, I lived in a second-floor apartment in a three-floor building. The folks upstairs were usually good, except for one whose boyfriend like to punch designs in leather, and he wanted to do it in our building rather than in his house. He placed a towel on my upstairs neighbor’s wooden table, and added a wooden cutting board on which to pound out designs. Basically, he turned my apartment into a drum, echoing and amplifying each blow. Luckily, he stopped after I arrived at the apartment door in tears a few times.

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