How far back?
D. Ziner writes: “One of my earliest memories was my baptism.
“I don’t recall going into our small upstairs bathroom, but I do remember sitting in the generously filled tub while many strange people filed in and towered above me. The men held their Bibles, and one read from his copy while the women held washcloths or hankies on top of their heads.
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Life in the Telemarketing Economy
Or: Boy, did they get the right wrong number!
Norton’s mom of Eau Claire, Wisconsin: “Norton’s dad and I have a landline telephone on which we have Caller ID.
“The other night, there was a call identified as coming from “unknown caller.’ We usually don’t answer anything from a number we don’t recognize, but when I saw that notation, I thought I remembered that one of our friends’/relatives’ calls came in with that description, so I answered it.
Continue reading “‘If you can correctly pronounce my husband’s full name in three guesses, I might let you talk to him.’”
Our theater of seasons (responsorial)
Grandma J. of Grant: “When I read Gma Tom‘s piece about her vegetable-growing season [BB, 11/3/2016], and her wondering if we were indeed in some kind of global warming, I thought of the appearance of possums in our yard and especially on our road. I sometimes see the poor creatures, snouts and feet pointing heavenward, because they lost their battle with someone’s car.
Continue reading ““My, oh, my, wouldja look at that ugly dog they got!””
What’s in a title?
Or: Muse, amuse
B. Dazzled of South St. Paul: “Alcohol use holds a prominent, if sodden, place in the history of writing. From Faulkner to Fitzgerald, Poe to Capote, and Aeschylus to Hemingway, immoderate consumption often seemed de rigueur.
“Imagine the possibilities, had the booze industry lavished support on the great writers, poets and filmmakers of the ages in return for marketing and product placement, much like the brand sponsorships and corporate patronage that underwrite athletes and entertainers today. We might find our canon of film and literature subtly altered to include favorites like:
“The Three Muscatels
“The Canterbury Ales
“The Muppets Make Manhattans
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Today’s helpful hint
Cursed Book Thieves Division (IV)
Here again, continuing her series, is Gammafaye: “If you have been wondering how small the ‘Small Book of Book Curses’ is, here is a selfie of said book:
“And here is book curse No. 4. An early-20th-century American rhyme is the only credit for this one:
“Who folds a leaf down,
“the devil toast brown:
“who makes mark or blot,
“the devil toast hot:
“who steals this book,
“the devil shall cook.
“The next book curse tags a book thief as an object of loathing. I know I said this of the first curse, but I really do not think, when it comes to a book thief, that these curses are unreasonable.”
The Permanent Daughterly Record
Or: Oh, and was her face red!
The Gram With a Thousand Rules writes: “Many years ago, a neighbor asked me if I would please take care of her little girl one afternoon for six weeks. She wanted to pay me, but I declined. I told her I would be happy to help her out as a favor.
Continue reading “Another message to book thieves: ‘Who steals this book, the devil shall cook’!”
Our theater of seasons
The Man from Milaca — “In the land of palm trees and sunshine” — reports: “Subject: The change of seasons.
“Towards sunset, yesterday, I went for a ride. First stop: the cemetery — appropriate at Halloween. Passed some decorated homes, but not many. The cemetery was quiet, rather unkempt, weeds along the fence. I can’t help wondering why it is not maintained more meticulously.
Continue reading “Even in the land of palm trees and sunshine, is life in November ‘merely a memory, a fleeting mist of a passing spirit’?”