SOOT IN THE FLUES


| January/February 1959



Soot in the flues

Anna Mae

Well, here goes I have somewhat of a problem as it is only the third week of October and I must have my column ready today for the Jan.- Feb. issue which will be going out to you good folks in a few weeks. There are times when I am a very garrulous person, but now when I have the space for it I can't think of much to say; probably in the summer issues when we need the space in the magazine for other things I'll not be able to stop gabbing I know some of you are saying 'A'int that just like a woman?') Oddly enough though, I haven't seen a woman yet that gabs anymore than a couple of men when they get on a favorite subject such as shall we say Steam, Reunions, Etc.

I don't know of what importance it is but maybe some of you people haven't realized I've been a member of your family for over a year now as I started with the ALBUM Sept. 16, 1957, see how time flies! I've enjoyed it, worked hard, learned to know some wonderful people, jus: through your letters, made my amp. share of mistakes, been initiated at my first Reunion (I hope not the last one) at Kinzers, and am hoping to do better in the forthcoming year.

I'm just thinking that when you read this it will be getting close to Christmas and everyone will have that happy generous feeling (the on we all forget too soon after Christmas is over), excitement will be in the air and everyone's glad they were privileged to visit this place called Earth for awhile. But right now my thoughts are of football games, Algebra, Latin, dances, hunting (this is my 15 year old son's world in which I'm very interested) and then of course, Girl Scouts, Choir, Parties, report cards, new styles, etc. (I'm kept on my toes in this direction from our 10 year old daughter) and of course Halloween, Santa Claus, toys, questions, games, etc., from our four year old son and 2 year old little girl. So you see I can find things to talk about, but I'm afraid they won't be of the interest you're waiting for I'd be letting off a lot of steam, but the wet kind. Perhaps you might get a chuckle to know I like to go hunting with Hubby, Ed and son Eddie. That starts in a few days and although I haven't been able to go for a few years, they're going to be real patient and kind and take me along this year. Hope I get a few bunnies or squirrels so I don't embarrass them too much.

Well, I've rambled on enough and I didn't mean to ever talk of myself and family as I don't feel that's what you want to read, but forgive me this time and I could end with this poem which will perhaps aid us all as we go into 1959. It's called 'THE UNTRIED YEAR'. With mingling trust and hope and fear

I bid thee welcome, untried year; The paths before me pause to view
Which shall I shun and which pursue
I view thee now with serious eye;
I see dear hopes and treasures fly,
Behold thee on they opening wing
Now grief, now joy, now sorrow
bring, God grant me my course to run,
With one blest prayer His will be
done.

Elizabeth Payson Prentiss