SOOT IN THE FLUES


| November/December 1969



Soot In The Flues

How swiftly the time goes by - we are moving quickly along to the latter part of 1969 - Christmas is already in sight and here is the Nov-Dec issue which is the last one for this year. Where, oh where does the time go?

School is now in the second week and how the supper hour is a buzzing with details of this teacher and that one, this subjects and that sport, so many accounts of all activities my head is spinning And our little one, Tommie, has entered Kindergarten so I'm sure he'll straighten things out for the teachers. He wasn't so happy about getting on the bus the first morning and leaving, but has adapted quite well and now looks forward to it.

I'm never too happy to see school start each fall and yet I wouldn't want it otherwise for it is a part in the progress of their lives. This year though, even though they all started out the same day, it wasn't so lonely as Dana, Bob and baby Ryan are staying with us since they were evacuated from their apartment by an explosion and fire. It seems there is a mysterious flow of refined gasoline running beneath the properties where they resided and as of yet, they haven't determined the cause or the cure. So, after I put Tommy on the school bus I could come back home and play with that delightful little grandson. He's a little doll and so interesting.

Mr. and Mrs. R. S. Rodgers of Antique Acres, Cheraw, South Carolina have a project and they need your help. It seems they have twenty-two acres of flowers and they would like to have visitors stop - but they say the men won't some by too often. They also have a lot of antiques and are building a museum and would appreciate suggestions on how to combine the two. I would think that would be quite an experience to witness so many flowers. You wouldn't think they would have much of a problem getting visitors, would you? But, I suppose it is like anything else, it will take a great deal of advertising and time until it gets known. If you have any further suggestions, let them know about it - I'M sure they would be happy for your ideas.

A letter from Lewis H. Cline of 1102 West River Road, Battle Creek, Mich. 49017. Lewis is one of our avid contributors and we appreciate his writings.

'I noticed Page 19, Album Sept-Oct. '68 you say what this country needs is a good five cent cigar. Will Rogers, comedian back in the 20's and 30's before he and Wiley Post were killed in an aeroplane accident said: 'There are lot's of good five cent cigars, the only trouble is, they want about 25 cents for them'.