-SOOT IN THE FLUES-


| September/October 1958



Soot in the Flues

Well, the Montpelier Reunion is one of the past for another year and while I, of course, could not attend, many of you nice folks met Elmer and Earlene and Marsha, and I'm sure it was a pleasure for you (they're such nice folks) and I know it was for them, for they always come back enthused at the lovely friends and folks they meet. By the way, as I'm writing this, they are enjoying a three-weeks vacation traveling down to Florida and back, and no doubt will meet with more of our ALBUM friends, although they are attending no Reunions at this time.

The orders for the note and letter paper are not tremendous, but they are coming in steadily which leads us to believe it was worth our while to look into this matter after some of you folks requested it. We hope it meets with your approval, if not please give us any added suggestions on it.

I wanted to tell you folks before that we had such an interesting chat with Arthur Clarke from White House Meadow, Felsted, Essex, England. He had been visiting our country for several months and had visited a sister in Minnesota, and enroute back to the east coast stopped over with Elmer and Earlene for a few days. It was quite an experience for me to talk with him a little while, for their talk and customs differ quite a bit from ours. For example, we all love to eat corn around here and he says over there they don't eat it, they feed it to the chickens. Art is quite a steam enthusiast himself and owns a traction engine for hobby. He's 32, married and has four children, is a steel and metal merchant (junk dealer in my understandable terms) and by the way told us, his wife gets up every morning, makes the fire and brings him his tea into the bed. Every morning, imagine that; well about that time Earlene and I changed the subject, but quick good thing he did not lecture over here or we might have upped the already too high divorce rate. All joking, of course, but we did enjoy his stay here, and who knows maybe someday, we'll visit him.

I want to tell you folks who write me such lovely letters that I will try and answer them, but don't hold your breath while waiting. I get pretty tied up at times and so they must be put off, but I do appreciate them and feel that you are truly good friends, and hope to meet you sometime. Had a lovely letter from I. L. London, of Sacramento, California; W. M. Woods, of Newton, Iowa; J. H. Williams, of South Bend, Indiana; Geo. W. Hatch, of Sand Lanke, Michigan; and many others. Write anytime, we're glad to hear from you.

Just a short poem entitled 'Friendship', before I sign off:

It is my joy in life to find
At every turning of the road,
The strong arm of a comrade kind
To help me onward with my load;
And since I have no gold to give
And love alone must make amends.
My daily prayer is while I live
'God make me worthy of my friends'
That's it for now Bye by, have fun,