SOOT IN THE FLUES


| March/April 1962



Soot in the flues

I don't know about you Folks, but right here it is COLD! I suppose this is the time the folks in the sunny South chuckle at all of we people who claim to love the four seasons-well, probably some would change their minds about now, but not me-I'll still take the good old Pennsylvania area for weather, beauty and etc. I'll admit though, I surely would enjoy a visit to the sunny South--well, who knows, maybe sometime.

I realize this is the Mar-Apr issue, but we are still picking up pine needles and trying to get rid of the last bits of cookies and Xmas candies.

Hope you had as nice a Christmas as we enjoyed. No. 1 son was home with us for two weeks and it was wonderful just to all be here together. Even Dad's luck held out and he made it home late Christmas Eve-from working on the railroad. (After all, he wouldn't want to miss all the excitement and shrieks of delight from the younger set). It's really a mad house until all presents are opened. Then of course it takes quit a while until we figure how to unpack the Cuckoo Clock, which was a gift to our five-year old Keli (she has been fascinated for a long time with them and was delighted when she opened it-a gift from Grandma and Pappy). We had no clock here in the dining-room, or office, or playroom or etc. (that's all the same room) so now the Cuckoo graces our wall. I never cared much for them, but I guess they're all right. I still feel insulted sometimes when he comes out with that COO COO.

Then Donald, the seven year old had among his toys a Johnny Reb Cannon. It's not harmful, but I had a fiendish thought (it would be lots of fun to un trim the tree with an item such as that-(and we wonder where our children get such impulses. I restrained myself though and had Father take down the tree in the proper manner.

Thirteen year old Dana, was more concerned with clothes and one of the absolute necessities of this modern age, a hair-dryer. I know, you are probably thinking-now-back when I was a you gun' - never heard of such things-but time marches on and we want to be in the parade of progress

Eighteen year old Eddie, was also interested in clothing (particularly warm ones-it's colder