SOOT IN THE FLUES


| January/February 1961



Soot in the flues

Hi! May I chat a while with you . . How've you been since last magazine time? Are you busy getting ready for Christmas??? I realize this is the January-February issue, but you'll be getting it round that busy season when there are so many things to do, but aren't you glad we do have the customs we have and all the preparations for the wonderful Birthday of Jesus. I love it all except I do think it is too commercialized and too early. I asked to chat a while with you but I consider you all my friends and I'm going to be very frank I can't seem to get my thoughts connected and write an appropriate column matter of fact never did consider myself a writer. This is always a difficult job for me, for I'd like to make it interesting for all, and as you realize I don't know much about STEAM when it comes to making shop talk so I must write of the things of which I am most familiar my family and friends. All this brings me to why I can't seem to get this column together.

Just a few weeks ago I lost a close friend, one whom I loved very dearly. She was only 35 and a most wonderful person. We had gone through school together and after that we had many happinesses and adversities to share with each other you know the kind of friend I mean, or I hope you do, for I feel my life had been enriched to have had such a friend. But I'm still asking WHY and knowing I have no right to question these things. And I don't want to go morbid on you -- I realize we all have our own problems to face, but I'd like to print a prayer she wrote several years ago, which ironically is helping me at this time. Perhaps it will help you -- here it is:

Help us to remember our joys and not our sorrows,

Help us to think of our needs and not our wants,

Help us to be mindful of our blessings and not our prayers that seemingly go unanswered,

Help us to remember the sunshine and not the rain,