I am reading the http://midtownmiscreant.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html blog that Helen said she would not read. He said on his blog I can copy bits of it if I link back to him. so here goes for Helen. He doesn't say how much is a bit so I may get 2 bits...My grandmother smoked Carlton cigs. She claimed her doctor told her to take up smoking for her nerves. Grandfather, Delbert, quit smoking years before she took it up so out of respect Clara did not smoke in the house. She smoked in her chicken coop. The ground was littered with butts. She also carried on complete one sided conversations with her chickens, she had names for everyone of them and there were at least 20. Clara also did not drive. Apparently she drove for a short period of time, but was always running into things, usually stationary and thankfully at low speeds. My mother and her siblings refused to get in the car with her and gramps eventually took her keys. Well Clara still needed to get to the hairdresser, church and Pratts Redbud Grocery store so gramps got her a riding lawn mower with a little trailer and that was her main mode of transport weather permitting.
It seems Clara was riding her mower to town, and was rubber necking the Mayors wife’s flower bed.
Clara ass ended the Mayors parked Caddy,
Delbert drove Clara to town from then on. Everyone thought that was the thing to do. I thought it was a little sad in the same vein of sadness that comes to an old person when they can no longer do some of the things that brought them joy. Simple pleasures. In Clara’s case it was the independence of riding that mower. When I asked her about the accident her answer was classic Clara Mae Mader. She told me that she had been busy gloating over the fact that her flower bed put the Mayors wife’s flower bed to shame, and God in his infinite wisdom had caused her to crash for being prideful.
NOW HELEN THINKS THIS FELLOW IS A FAKE, IF HE IS HE UNDERSTANDS OLD PEOPLE AND I AM ENJOYING HIS BLOG AND HELEN IS MISSING A LOT OF FUN AND A FEW DIRTY WORDS.