Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Walk a Mile in Her Shoes

Last week Fort Wayne had an event at Headwaters Park with the Mayor and several other city officials walking a mile in high heeled shoes. The event was sponsored by the Fort Wayne Woman's Bureau and aimed to raise funds and to promote the Bureau's Rape Awareness Program.

The unsteady men, who soon realized the danger of grates and sidewalk cracks, participated in the Walk a Mile in her shoes walk.


The bureau used the event to point out that in 2007 85 rapes were reported to the Fort Wayne Police Department. Since they believe that only one in ten rapes are reported that would mean that 800 rapes occurred in Fort Wayne in 2007. They have pledges for $41,000 and expect to collect at least that much and more.


I have heard women say that they like high heels and that they don't hurt their feet. I believe that is a big lie! I used to wear high heels in my younger days and I never spent a comfortable minute while I had them on! In my later years I switched to low heels and comfortable shoes. To me, Comfort is way ahead of looks!


That being said, I hope the Women's bureau raised a lot of money in their efforts to promote rape awareness!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Freckles

Freckles



Freckles was my niece's dog. Freckles had been ailing for some time. As had my husband, Ford.


On the Sunday that my husband died, I called my sister to tell her about Ford dying. We talked for a while and then she hung up and went to tell her husband about Ford dying. She said she told him, "Well, he is gone." He then said to her, "What are they going to do with him?" She was shocked and said, "What do you mean, what are they going to do with him?" Her husband then repeated, "I mean what are they going to do with him?"


My sister then said, "What did you think I just told you?" He said "Well, that Freckles died." Then she told him, "I told you that Ford died!"



He had thought she was talking to my niece, Freckles' owner, on the phone and that Freckles was the one who died. Actually, Freckles died later that same day.



So Freckles and Ford had the same fate that day, December 17th, 2000. I buried my husband at the cemetery I'm not sure what they did with Freckles!



Monday, September 22, 2008

Laundry Bluing

Mrs. Stewart's bluing



Some of you may think I have lost my mind with that title! I think laundry bluing is a thing of the past--for laundry, at least.

Back when I was a kid Mrs. Stewart's bluing was a staple in our house. It had a place on the shelf where other laundry supplies were kept. My Mother always used it to make our white things look whiter. It was a blue liquid that was put in the last tub of water that the clothes were rinsed in. It tended to make things look a lot whiter.


Mrs. Stewart's bluing was born in the early 1880s. From the article I read it is still being used for a lot of things not associated with laundry: for rinsing gray hair to make it look whiter, for swimming pools to make the water a prettier blue, to soothe wasp and bee stings and other uses such as medical dyes and to trace leaks in automotive cooling systems.


I have never used bluing at all during my lifetime but I do remember it well because my Mother used it regularly. I can still remember the familiar bottle it came in.

So, while it is obsolete as a laundry product it is still useful in many other ways.


I wonder if Mrs. Stewart could be Martha Stewart's grandmother?




Sunday, September 21, 2008

My Bowling days

The Fishers and Ford and me

Back in the late 60s and 70s we bowled in a bowling league. It was a lot of fun. Our team mates were our friends, the Fishers, Tom and Joanie.

The league was made up of people from the church where the Fishers went. So we knew all of the people on the league. We bowled one night a week, I think on Wednesday, from about September to April.

I never was a very good bowler and had only about a 125 average. But Tom and Ford were good bowlers and their averages were much higher so it all evened out.

The really fun part of the night was when we all went somewhere after bowling was over to eat a late night snack--some ate a big meal!

As time went by many of the people grew tired of the league and dropped out and some moved away. And in the end the league was discontinued for lack of participants.

I considered joining a bowling league after my husband died but I decided against it because it really is a commitment. If you don't bowl you still have to pay and get a substitute for yourself. I didn't want to be tied up to doing that and to having to go out in bad weather in the winter. So I now just enjoy my memories of when I was on a bowling league.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Expensive Peanuts



We used to go sometimes to shop at the Sears Store and somehow always ended up near the candy and nut counter. They had a large, beautiful display counter with a bin for each kind of candy and nuts. We usually bought the Spanish peanuts because they were delicious and they were the cheapest! They were also warm and smelled Heavenly.



Once when we were trying to decide what to buy I got the urge for the more expensive kind of peanuts, the cocktail peanuts. They were larger and also didn't have skins on them as the Spanish peanuts did. I had to talk the rest into the other kind. My husband argued that the Spanish peanuts were cheaper and at that time we were not overloaded with money. But, in the end they conceded to the more expensive peanuts and we bought a pound of them.



We headed for home and some cokes to drink with our peanuts. As we got out of the car I had the peanuts in my hands and I accidentally dropped the bag and spilled all of the nuts onto the sidewalk. I was sick! My husband said, "Now don't you wish we had bought the Spanish peanuts?"


So we just had the drinks without the peanuts for that time. I think the rest of the family was kind of irritated with me!

Friday, September 19, 2008

The Drive in Movie




Back years ago a new thing began, Drive in Movies! They were a big hit with families who had children and couldn't afford to spend the money for several tickets to get into a movie theater. A whole car load could go for about a dollar to a drive in movie!


Not only was it cheaper to go to the drive in but you could also save money on the food. You could take your own popcorn, candy, drinks or anything else you wanted. They also had concession stands there where you could buy things if you wanted.


We used to make a huge bag of popcorn, buy some candy bars and take a cooler with our Pepsi, coke or whatever.


Most of the time there were double features at the drive in so you saw two movies for the price of one. The kids were usually asleep before the end of the movies but then it was easier to watch the movie without the kids bothering you!


A few times we did what a lot of other people did--drive away with the speaker still attached to your car! But it was no problem, you just hung the speaker on the post and the theater people fixed it!


I hated to see then end of the drive in movie era. It was a real joy to get out of your house and see a good movie. We spent many nights going to the drive in. Now I never see a movie in a drive in or a theater. TVs and VCRs have made it possible to see a movie right in your own living room.


TV has changed up a lot in people's lives. Probably some good things and some bad things!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

My Baby Shoes


These baby shoes are about 80 years old. I had them bronzed years ago. They were in a pretty deplorable condition. They were made of a soft kind of leather and used to be white but for many years you couldn't tell that by looking. I just remember that they did used to be white. My Mother let us play with them when we were kids. Why? I don't know. Anyway they have managed to still be around for all of these years.

I probably have these same shoes on in the picture. I was less than a year old in this picture. Can you believe that my Mother never put a date on this picture? But just by guessing I am sure that I am about 6 or 9 months old.

I am giving each one of my daughters one of the shoes when I die ( Actually, I have already given them but they will get possession when I die).

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

He spilled the beans--er, the Macaroni!


Amy and Brett

We used to take Brett and Amy, our grandchildren with us when we went camping. They loved camping. They were probably about 8 and 5 years old, or near that.

They also loved the eating that we did while we camped. Once we cooked a great big pot of macaroni. Our friend's children liked macaroni as well as Brett and Amy. We just cooked the macaroni and added lots of butter and salt to it. We had taken it off the campfire and set it in the middle of our table. As we were getting ready to eat and everyone was getting seated at the table Brett accidentally hooked his foot on a table leg and almost upset it. The pot of macaroni tumbled off onto the ground and spilled. I grabbed for the pan but was unable to catch it before it emptied. So that was that for the macaroni!

Brett felt terrible, and so did I for him. I did not say one word to him in a reprimanding way, because he felt badly enough as it was.

Often now when I have macaroni I remember the day that Brett spilled the beans--er, macaroni, and wish I could relive those days again! Brett is now 35 years old!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

My cover was blown!

My new drinking glasses

I used to go to many, many garage sales. My house was becoming filled with my can't live without purchases. My husband was getting rather aggravated with me about it. So I began to cut down on what I bought and I began to try to hide what I bought from from him.

I did see a beautiful set of drinking glasses at one sale and I just had to buy them.

When I got home I cleared out a space in my cupboard up high where it was not too obvious and stored my new glasses there. I was confident that by the time he saw them he would not realize they were a new item!

Then my granddaughter was visiting us one day soon after that and she was looking up at the cupboard and she exclaimed, "Grandma, You have some new glasses!" My husband looked up and saw them. He calmly said, "More junk!" My secret was out. I was addicted to buying anything I saw and wanted. I had to cut that out right then!

My husband is gone now but I have cut out my silly purchases all on my own. I just ran out of space!

Monday, September 15, 2008

The Philadelphia Inquirer

The Philadelphia Inquirer

Back when I was just a kid my Dad used to buy a newspaper called the Philadelphia Inquirer every weekend. It was a daily newspaper but he only bought the weekend edition. It was a big, thick paper with a colored comic section. I don't know what attracted my Dad to the paper but something did! I was attracted to the comic section. The Philadelphia Inquirer is still being published but I have not read it in many years. I wonder if it would still be as fascinating to me as it was back then?

Anyway, on Wednesday the weekend paper was available so we bought it at Murphy's Drug Store. My Dad would buy the paper and a big cigar. Then we would head home and spend the evening in a cigar smoke filled room and scattered papers all over the floor and table. My Dad spent hours reading and studying whatever it was that fancied his attention in the paper. I would read those comics and live all the action in them right along with the characters.

I can still smell the cigar smoke and the newsprint odor as if it were yesterday!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Waggles

Waggles was my sister's and her family's dog. Waggles was sort of an unwanted animal in the beginning.

My sister, Mary Ruth , and her son were visiting our other sister, Sara, once and they had just got a brand new puppy. Steve, Mary Ruth's son, fell in love with the puppy and wanted one also. His cousins kept telling him you can go get one, they had more puppies there. So he begged his mother to let him go get one. She resisted and said, "No we can't have a puppy." He kept begging until my other sister, Sara, told her, "Just let him go. I am sure the puppies are all gone by now anyway."


So Mary Ruth said, "Oh, alright, you can go," confident that the puppies were all gone.

In a few minutes here comes Steve and his cousins and Steve had a puppy in his arms! Mary Ruth was exasperated at that sight. So they became owners of Waggles, a female puppy dog.

Waggles quickly became the beloved dog in their family and Mary Ruth loved her too. Waggles lived almost 18 years and was buried in their back yard and today a rose bush grows over the spot where she was buried.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Mutt, Our Puppy

MUTT
Back in 1946 when we were driving our old Model A Ford we had this cute little puppy. Ford's sister and her family had gotten a puppy and they named it Toots. The people who gave them their puppy had more of them so we decided to get one also. The dogs were part Rat Terrier and part Fox Terrier but did not have any papers.

We named him Mutt--I should say Ford named him that. I would have picked a prettier name. However, he became Mutt.


We could not have a dog at our apartment so he stayed at my mother-in-law's house. I was taking a trip to Texas that summer and I decided that I would take the dog with me. We made a kennel for him and He went right along on the train to Texas with me.


I had problems in Saint Louis because when I changed trains they said I had to have papers showing that he was vaccinated before I could get him on the train. So I had to hunt up a veterinarian and take him to get vaccinated.


After all that we did end up in Texas. I was there for several weeks and then we came home to Fort Wayne. Shortly after that Mutt became sick, He had convulsions. So I took him to the vet and found that he had Distemper, a serious, incurable disease for animals. I am sure that he picked it up in Texas because he had played with other dogs there. In the end he had to be euthanized.

So his trip to Texas was not a good one for him. We had him less than a year but I loved him dearly and became very attached to him in that time. The dog that Ford's sister had chosen from the same litter lived to be about 18 years old.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Our Model A Ford

Our old Model A Ford and our puppy, Mutt


Back in 1946 right after WWII we came to Indiana to start our lives. Cars, furniture, appliances and everything was hard to get then. It was several months before we could get furniture for our apartment. I had my name on a list for a sewing machine for months before I could actually get one.


We did manage to find an old 1930-- I'm not positive about the year but it was a late 20s or early 30s-- Model A Ford so we could have transportation. It was not in good condition at all. So Ford's sister's husband said he would help Ford tear the engine apart and rebuild it. So it was a major job to get it done. They replaced all the parts possible with new ones and the old parts that had to be used were cleaned and repaired like new. When it was finished it was almost like a new car except that it was in an old 1930 body! We put in new seat covers. We also had trouble finding new tires for it. But after much searching we did finally find new tires for it.


Ford was planning a trip to Texas, since I was already there for a visit and we were planning on driving back to Fort Wayne together. So he was supposed to leave on a Saturday morning. Friday after he got off work he went out to get in the car and it was not there! It had been stolen.


So he hurriedly changed plans and rode the train to Texas. His friend, Dutch, said he would keep in contact with the police in case they found the car. So after a day or so the police did contact Dutch and said the car was found over in Defiance, Ohio, about 25 or 30 miles from Fort Wayne. So Dutch went over to Defiance to drive our car back here to Fort Wayne.


What had happened was that whoever stole the car was after only the tires so they took the new tires off and put on some old really bad tires in their place. Dutch had four blowouts in the 25 or so miles from there to here! Anyway, he did get our car back here minus the new tires. We never did know who had stolen it but I had suspicions about a couple of Ford's old friends (some friends!) who knew he had rebuilt the car and put new tires on it.


Another problem was that the car did not have a key for the ignition, it just had a button you pressed to start it. So anyone could just get in it and take off. A very bad situation.


We had that car for maybe about a year and then we bought another one, It was a 1946 Chevrolet. We thought we were rich! Probably if we had that old Model A now it would be worth quite a bit. But our luck never turns out for us to make a bit of money on something!


The car in the picture is actually our old car. The little puppy on it was also our puppy. A story about him later.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Boxer Shorts

Boxer shorts from flour sack material similar to the ones I made for Ford


The shorts in this picture are similar to the ones I made from flour sack material for Ford, my husband. One difference is that his shorts didn't have a ribbon tie.


Back in the late forties and fifties you could buy flour that came in bags of material which was floral, striped, checked and many different designs, It was a sturdy, good material and many people made things from them.


Money was hard to come by then and so I decided to make some boxer shorts for my husband. I bought a pattern for boxer shorts and looked for the material which was the most mannish looking. Actually, there wasn't any available, I had gotten the material from a friend who had access to the flour sacks for free. So I ended up choosing material with purple designs sort of in a stripe. The material in the picture was as close as I could find that looked anything like what I used.


I made several pair of them and if I do say so myself, they fit rather nicely and turned out professional looking.


If you know my husband you would never expect him to wear anything like those shorts! But he did wear them until they were worn into threads and never complained. Maybe he didn't want to hurt my feelings!


I saved a lot of money by making them and I contributed to an environmental savings by recycling the flour sacks!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Rex Jelly





Many years ago when I was just a kid my Mother used to buy Rex Jelly all the time. It was kind of an imitation jelly. I googled it and couldn't find much about it at all.



It was sort of like a thick jello. I remember only a red flavor that was probably strawberry or cherry. I loved it because it was not extremely sweet as real jelly is. It may have come in other flavors but I do not remember them.



It came in a little tin bucket that was decorated with a blue stripe. The bucket was probably about a quart size.



I have not seen Rex Jelly for years and years in stores. I don't know why they stopped making it. It was a favorite with our family. I have looked for a picture of the little bucket but was unable to find one. So you have to take my word for it that it did come in a little tin bucket with blue stripes on it!



I did once find a recipe for making Rex Jelly on Google. You used Kool Aid, raspberry flavor (so it was raspberry instead of Strawberry or Cherry), Sure Jell or other pectin, sugar, lemon juice and water. I was going to make it but I was never able to find Raspberry Kool Aid. I still plan to make some when I can find Raspberry Kool Aid. I am sure it will not be the same but maybe I can detect a bit of the flavor of the long ago past.




Following is the recipe I found on Google for Rex Jelly:


2 packets of raspberry Kool Aid


4 cups of water


1 package of Sure Jell or any pectin


5 cups of sugar


1 tsp of lemon juice (optional)



Mix kool aid, water and sure jell. Bring to a boil. Add sugar and bring back to a boil. Boil at least one full minute. Add lemon juice and skim off foam. Pour into pint jars and seal.Wipe off top of jar before sealing.


ENJOY!

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

He's all Wet!






Once when we were camping in Petoskey State Park with our friends, Tom Fisher and his son Jimmy, they and my husband decided to go fishing on a lake not too far from where we were camped. They went very early in the morning and the mornings in Michigan can be pretty cold even in June. So they were dressed in heavy coats and boots to protect them from the cold.


They had a small boat to go out on the lake. Ford, my husband, had recently had back surgery so he was using a lawn chair to sit on in the boat since he could not sit very well in the low boat seat.


They were out on the lake and Ford turned around in his chair to get his tackle box and the chair flipped and he was tossed right out of the boat into the water. With all of his heavy winter clothing getting soaked immediately he was not able to swim at all. Tom and Jimmy tried to get him back into the boat but it was useless so they decided to just tow him back to shore. He hung onto the boat and they managed to get him to shore and on ground. Of course he was freezing so they got into the car and made a beeline for our campsite.


Ford got into our camper and took off his wet clothes and got into some dry ones. Then he unloaded his pockets and billfold and laid the contents on the counter to dry out. His teeth were chattering and he was shaking to pieces until he got warmed up.


That was the end of the fishing trip for that day. However, they went again the next day but I think they waited until a little later when it wasn't so cold.


Tom and Jimmy said for a little while there they were afraid they might not be able to get Ford back to shore because they couldn't get him into the boat but one of them came up with the idea of towing him to shore. That worked out much to their relief!


That has been many years ago but I often remember it and laugh even though it was not a laughing matter at that time!






Monday, September 8, 2008

Persimmons

A Persimmon tree


Do you know what persimmons are? I never see them anymore, even in grocery stores. I think they probably only grow in the southern part of the country. I know we used to have them in Texas when I was a kid. We always managed to find a persimmon tree somewhere not far from our house. We lived on the edge of the city at one time and there were woodsy areas not far from us. So my Mom and Dad would search out a persimmon tree somewhere so we could have fresh persimmons in the fall. They were around only for a short time before they got frozen and were no longer good to eat

If they grow in Indiana I have never seen them anywhere around here. I am sure they grow mostly in Texas.

My Mother loved persimmons and so did I. They are kind of a strange fruit. If you eat them before the frost comes they are very, I actually don't know what to call it, it is an astringent, tart, puckery taste and very unpleasant. But after the frost comes they are delicious and sweet. I don't know of anything my Mother ever did with them in a way of preserving them. We just ate them fresh right off the tree. They have a lot of seeds in them.

I can still taste the puckery, terrible taste if you ate them too soon, before they were ripe. But after that they were really a treat! I would like to know where I could get some right now!

Sunday, September 7, 2008

My Uncle George

Uncle George and me, about 1927


My uncle George died when he was just a very young man. He was only 23. He was my Mother's younger brother. He was born on Washington's birthday, February 22, 1905. He died Dec. 6, 1928. They named him George Washington since he was born on Washington's birthday.

He idolized me. I was just about one year old at that time. My Mother told me that he said one time to her that if he could have a little girl just like me he would do it.

Unfortunately, I cannot remember him at all since I was less than one year old. I only have pictures of him and the stories that my Mother told me.

Uncle George went on a trip out west looking for something to do. He got sick while on the trip. He went to a doctor and was advised that if he had a home he had better get back to it. He had typhoid fever and was a very sick man. So Uncle George came back home and lived only a short time, then died. It was a blow to the family.


I have looked many times at this picture and wished that I could remember him and had had more time to get to know him. He was going to marry in a short time and his fiance was also devastated.

All I have is this picture of Uncle George and me and the stories that my Mother told me about him.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

The Blue Tie



A simple blue tie caused many arguments between my husband and me.


At one time my husband was sort of a clothes horse but in his later years he drifted away from his fancy dressing. He was more for comfort than fashion.


He had a plain blue tie that he kind of made his favorite and he wanted to wear it all the time. He had a tie rack full of many beautiful ties. He had a tie for every shirt and suit and they all matched perfectly. But he insisted on that blue tie every time we went somewhere.


Blue was his favorite color and the blue tie did look well with most of his suits. But after some time of wearing it I am sure that people thought that was the only tie he had. I would pick out another tie and suggest that he wear it but, no, he wanted his blue tie. So most of the time I lost out and the blue tie won.


Finally, I gave up and let him wear it most of the time . But I did win in the end because when he died I threw that blue tie away and bought him a brand new tie to be buried in. My daughter mentioned that I should have let him be buried in it. But I wanted him to look his best and I think the blue tie would have been recognized by a lot of people so I ditched it!


I don't know where that blue tie is now but one thing is sure--it is not on my husband!`












Friday, September 5, 2008

Las Vegas

Joanie Fisher (left) and me at the Horse Shoe Club


If you have never visited Las Vegas, you should! My husband and I went there many times. His sister lived there and we could stay at her place much of the time.


We have been there with friends, as Joanie Fisher, in the picture with me, and her husband, Tom , and just the two of us, my husband and I, have been there many times.


The weather is perfect most of the time. You never need a coat. The meals are a fantastic deal, or used to be. I have not been there for 12 or 13 years so I am sure prices have skyrocketed since then. We used to eat dinner for about $2.99 to $4.99 at the best places. Not the most expensive but where the best food was. The buffets were a real bargain.


You had to stand in line for the 79 cent breakfast at the Golden Gate. The only problem with that was it was only served until 9:am and that was too early for us. We did manage it a few times. It was a big breakfast with two eggs, hash browns, bacon or ham and toast. But even so there were other good bargains for breakfast all around town.


There is much to do there besides gamble. We went to the Liberace museum and on a drive through the Valley of Fire. Hoover Dam is within 25 miles of Las Vegas and Grand Canyon is within a day's drive from Las Vegas. So many shops are there that you could never visit them all.


We always went to the Golden Gate for our midnight snack. It was as busy then as it was at a lunchtime. Sometimes we went to the Mint. They had a delicious cheesecake with cherry topping that was out of this world. I have never found anything like it anywhere else in the world ( Actually, I have never been over the whole world!).


I probably will never go to Las Vegas again in my life but I do still have all the memories from when I was there. And I savor them all the time!

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Reno




Reno was a cat that came to my sister's house once and stayed. My sister didn't really want a cat but it turned out, she had one!

Of course the fact that Cotton, her husband, kept feeding the cat made it certain that the cat was not going to leave a sure thing!

My sister even took Reno to be spayed when she saw a coupon to get it done for half price. She certainly didn't want any little kitties around!

After the cat was there for a time they named it Reno. My sister said one day, "That is the ugliest cat I ever saw." Then she thought for a minute and said, " I am going to name it Reno, after Janet Reno, she is the ugliest woman I ever saw!"

So the cat became Reno. She gradually worked her way into their hearts--and house! However, my sister said she would never do litter boxes so Reno was put outside at night into the storage building in the back yard. But during the day she nestled in their chairs, on their couch and on their laps and became dear to them.

Sadly, one time when Cotton was going somewhere he started the car and backed out of the driveway and saw Reno run out from under the car. Reno didn't appear to be hurt but for the next few days she became sluggish and stopped eating. They took her to the vet and found that she had internal injuries so she had to be euthanized. So they lost their pet.

By the way, I didn't think Reno was an ugly cat. She was just a plain tabby, like Janet Reno!

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Wet Feet!




My oldest daughter was about 6 or 7 when this happened. She had worn goulashes over her shoes to school since it was a rainy day.



When she came home after school that day she had taken her shoes off along with the goulashes and left them in the utility room as she always did. She had left the shoes inside the goulashes. I did not notice that or I would have done what she should have--taken the shoes out of the goulashes for the night.


Unfortunately. her goulashes had small holes which had allowed her shoes to get wet inside them. So with the shoes being inside the goulashes they did not have a chance to dry out overnight.


The next morning when she got her shoes out to put on for the day, they were soggy wet! I yelled at her for not telling me that her shoes were wet when she got home from school the day before. So we had to dig out some old shoes for her to wear to school that day. She was unhappy about that but I reminded her that it was all her fault for not telling me that her shoes were wet when she took them off.




After that she remembered to take the shoes out of the goulashes when she took them off (she locked the barn door after the horse was stolen!). And--we went shopping for new goulashes!

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

A Most Embarrassing Moment

Sara, my sister, and Joe, her husband



While I am on the ladies' restroom kick I will tell this other story about Sara, My sister who is now deceased.


They and their family were traveling and had stopped at a gas station to get gas and to use the rest rooms.


Joe was filling the gas tank and their daughters were in the station perusing the candy aisle. So Sara went to the ladies' room. Joe and the girls were through with their looking and were waiting for Sara to come out of the rest room.


Soon, here comes Sara out of the rest room, and to their astonishment her dress hem was tucked up into her girdle and she was exposing her rear end!


Joe was wildly waving at her and the girls were motioning to her frantically which totally confused Sara because she had no idea why they were all acting so oddly. She walked up to them and they all pointed to her back end and then she saw why they were so emotional! She quickly pulled her dress out of her girdle and put it down into place. She got into the car and hid her face. A most embarrassing moment, certainly!

Monday, September 1, 2008

I'm Lost!



Once when we were traveling we stopped at a gas station to get gas. While we were there I decided to use the ladies' room. I went to the side of the station where there was a sign that said, Rest Rooms. I walked around the corner and there was a door there. I went to it and walked in. It was just a normal rest room with the same things that all rest rooms have.

I finished with my business and then walked out. As I was coming out my husband was there by the door and he said, "What are you doing in the men's rest room?" I looked and there was a sign over the door that said Men. I had missed that on the way in!

As it turned out the ladies' room was back on around the corner. I am sure that I was not the first lady to make that mistake. When the sign said rest rooms and there was only one door there what would you think? They should have made it clear that the ladies' room was on around toward the back.

Now when I use rest rooms I make sure to see a sign that says Ladies over the door!