JUST CALL IT HORSE SENSE

It has always seemed unusual to me that a horse named Mable will win a race in which a horse named Star Of Glory will come in six lengths behind.

AMERICAN LITERATURE ASSIGNMENT….1952

Mary Anne Whitchurch….10th Grade High School…

West Branch, Michigan

I am intrigued by the names of race horses.

My observation has been, the most beautiful names are given to the plain horses while the most beautiful horses get the stupid names.

For instance, you will notice such beautiful names as Show Boy, Black Beauty, Silver Star, Arabian Knight and Princess Ann are attached to the old plug who can pick up only three of its feet.

Then, of course, there is Beetlebaum.

On the other hand, a really beautiful and fast race horse, who leaves all the others in the dust, is named Blackie, Dutch, King, or Major.

Then, of course, there is Beetlebaum.

It has always seemed unusual to me that a horse named Mable will win a race in which a horse named Star Of Glory will come in six lengths behind.

Meet Chris…Full name..Christian..A beautiful horse

I don’t know how Beetlebaum entered this little story although it seems to be a good name. I wish he would leave the same way he came in.

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To continue…………It is now 2019…I’m surprised (at the age of 84) how many people don’t remember Beetlebaum. However, as times change and so do we, I can now share “him” with you. Spike Jones will tell you the story.

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THE WRONG CHOICE HAS A PRICE

HE WENT TO THE SYNAGOGUE, AS WAS HIS CUSTOM….

As a young girl, I was asked to baby sit for my infant nephew while my sister and her husband went out for the evening.

Since the child had a slight cold, my sister’s instructions were to give him a spoon full of cough medicine from a bottle she had placed on the kitchen counter.

When it was time to give him the medicine, I picked up the bottle, poured the liquid into a spoon and offered it to the baby; not bothering to turn on the light. The baby coughed and cried. He choked and spit out most of the medicine on his pajamas. I didn’t feel it was an unusual response to bad tasting medicine.

Turning on the kitchen light to assess the situation, I saw another bottle sitting on the counter.

Quickly reading the label on the bottle I had used, it became clear the liquid I had given the baby was Tincture of Benzine Compound, a substance used in vaporizers for the easing of breathing problems. The cough medicine, which I had been instructed to give, was in a second bottle on the counter, which was not noticeable to me in the darkened kitchen.

I was devastated that this baby I loved so much could have been poisoned by my irresponsible action. (He was fine and suffered no ill effects from my carelessness.) (see note at bottom of article)

Because of that experience, I’ve adopted a discipline that has served me (and others) throughout my life.

Never administer, nor take, medication without first checking the bottle’s ingredients and directions, in the light.

This practiced custom has served me well.

I’ve been thinking. When the habit of attending church becomes customary to us, we are ready to live, worship and praise.

We are enabled to love and be loved, and to listen and share His word within the congregation of Christ on Sunday mornings.

… not burdened with a weekly decision.

This custom serves us well.

When we make a decision to be in a study group with other Christians, on Sunday morning or another time during the week, we place ourselves in a position to grow.

The opportunity to incorporate the meaning of His Word into

our lives may become our custom.

Jesus gave us the example by His own life. “He went to the synagogue, as was His custom”….

Are your customs serving you well?

Are your customs serving Him well?

The answers may save your life.

Lord, teach us your ways. Shine your light on us. Help us to develop customs that will allow us to be used by you in your ministries..Amen

(Note: My “infant” nephew is now 67 years of age..enjoying retirement and a happy life.)

TIMES CHANGE..MEMORIES REMAIN

Back to the days of raising a family. We were enjoying summers at home. This article was written for the Houghton Lake Resorter, the weekly newspaper in my home town. The time was the early sixties. My boys were 13, 11, and 7. Dad was working at his Ace Hardware seven days a week. I was a stay at home Mom. The editor’s instructions were: “Write about any subject you choose”. Readers were invited to send recipes which were printed at the end of my column.

This was my byline placed at the head of every article

LET’S EAT OUTDOORS TONIGHT!

Here we are in the midst of the “let’s eat outdoors” season, and it’s a hearty and appetizing family time

for all ages.

Just mention grilled steaks and you’ll find Dad with eyes aglow and seasoning in hand

preparing to take over at least this one chore from Mom.

For him, the grill must be at a precise measure above the coals.

The steak must be of proper quality and thickness.

No one is allowed to infringe on Dad’s outdoor culinary domain. The man who enjoys this natural cooking is quite adept at presenting a pleasing and palatable taste treat for family and friends.

Cooking outside is relaxing, a fanciful comparison to his usual workday routine.

The approach is precise and scientific. Dad’s in command.

Let’s not overlook the fact that Mom also enjoys Dad’s taking over

in the grilling department.

The kids are wild about grassy carpets that lap up spilled milk. There’s a noticeable lack of such parental reminders as “don’t slouch” and “don’t talk so much” and “for heaven’s sake haven’t you eaten enough?”

Outdoor eating is fun time and the entire family welcomes the change of routine along with the cooling breezes after a warm day engaged in summertime tasks.

June, July and August are the months when hot dogs, hamburgers and potato salad become household words. Fried chicken, ham and iced tea are old standbys that we’ve come to love and enjoy.

Today’s family shares memories of the days when the picnic table beckoned, and everyone awaited the enjoyment of the outdoor eating season

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2016

81″ Is Really Younger Than It Sounds..(That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)

The” Twentieth” something also sounds wonderful, although not nearly as poetic as the calendar would like us to think.

The grill now resides in a lonely spot on the deck.

Dad still does the grilling, then brings the meat into the kitchen. Hamburgers and pork chops will be eaten at the two table settings which Mom has prepared.

There we find two plates, two glasses of something, forks, knives, spoons and two slices of bread. (You get the picture.)

The call to dine finds the two of us already at the table.

There are no reminders about slouching

or talking too much.

Slouching is permitted.

There’s not much to talk about. The chops have been joined with potato salad, Dad’s baked beans and Mom’s cookies.

Iced tea remains a necessity.

The picnic table broke a leg.

It had to be sent to a table retirement home.

Let’s eat indoors tonight.

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2019

Here I am and times have changed once again.

Now it’s easier for me to go to a nearby restaurant alone and order a salad or a hamburger and a cup of coffee.

My husband and one of our sons have passed to their next life.

My oldest son lives “downstate” and the youngest remains in our hometown. Grand-kids have homes and children of their own along with busy lives.

And life begins again

with three great-granddaughters and another on the way.

That really is life and it’s still wonderful.

There are many plans for the future

with no limitations of time.

(As far as we know.)

Memories are good!

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Photographs by Mary Anne

I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER – HALLMARK KNOWS HOW TO SAY IT FOR YOU….

As often happens in life, my future was unknown.  I couldn’t have imagined at the age of 50, I would become the owner and operator of Mary Anne’s Hallmark Shoppe.

Holiday of Love…

 Houghton Lake Resorter

Houghton Lake, Michigan

(Weekly Newspaper)

1963

 

FEBRUARY, the month of sweethearts and historical birthdays.  Gifts and cards are abundantly given and received.

  Red is the color of this holiday of love. It represents the warmth and caring which doesn’t end by the passing of time nor the graying of crowns.  From grade school parties to a valentine for the teacher, the bloom of romance,the joy of marriage, or an annual pledge of sentimental thoughts,  moments of love and friendship are conveyed through the verse on the card.

From a commercial standpoint, the greeting card industry prospers from every holiday.

(Talk to a Hallmark dealer and they will tell you Valentine’s Day is the best card selling season of the year.)

  Some holidays have been long standing, while others have been more recently incorporated into the lives of the public.

The card purchaser sends a card of congratulations for many celebrations.  From birth to graduation, from weddings to anniversaries, from operations to get well cards, there is a card suitable for every occasion.

Are your friends leaving town or have they just arrived? Has someone recently purchased a new home or remodeled the one which they already own? Hallmark has a perfect card for the occasion.

Good wishes can be found in the card shop in just the language you want to use.

Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Christmas and the New Year rate high on the holiday card list. As the years go on, St. Valentine’s Day will remain the sentimental favorite.

Send a card or a gift, the affectionate gesture is always thoughtful and pleasantly received.

To Mom and Dad, friend and lover, children and neighbors,

Happy Valentine’s Day 1963.

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2019

Looking Back…

My thoughts were penned in 1963.

I was twenty- eight years old, a stay at home Mom with three little boys.  The youngest was one year old.

My life was closer to Valentine’s Day grade school parties than to browsing through a Hallmark shop looking for the perfect card to send to family and friends.

As often happens in our young lives, my future was unknown.  I couldn’t have imagined at the age of 50, I would become the owner and operator of

Mary Anne’s Hallmark Shoppe.

  For thirteen years I observed my caring customers. They took the process very seriously.  Choosing the perfect card with just the right sentiments, for their loved ones, was what they were seeking.

Valentine’s Day is truly the most heartfelt card sending day of all the celebrated holidays during the year.

My most intensely involved customer was the gentleman choosing a card for his wife or sweetheart.  No amount of time spent was too much, when choosing that card with a special message of their love.  Valentine’s Day will always be

“A HOLIDAY OF LOVE”.

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