“Sorry about the furnace honey. Guess we’ll have to sleep by the fireplace tonight.”
“Ooooh you rascal – okay you’re on!” The couple had enjoyed many Christmas days for 46 years having two sons, two beautiful daughters-in-law and six wonderful grandchildren.
But this year was going to be a lonely one for Alan. Ann had lived twenty-one years with the horrid reality that each year, could be her last. Now that she was gone, nothing seemed the same. The Christmas songs brought tears to his eyes.
He looked up and whispered “Merry Christmas my love.”
If You Sprinkle When You Tinkle, Be a Sweetie Wipe the Seaty
By Nan Claire Falkner
Potty Training four boys, we heard different imaginative takes on their “creations.” The first time we coaxed the oldest son to do the deed like a “big boy”, he was joyous. As the others came of “potty” age, each had a different spin on their porcelain deposited designs. Waving ‘bye-bye’ as the offering disappeared down the abyss was a milestone. It was an accomplishment teaching them to grasp the different ways to use the “grown up seat”. With that deed completed, all we had to do is work on the aim.
The Fire Department was full of pranksters. The new rookie was a young college student, missing a third of his classes due to the fire department schedule. That was the only way he could go to school and he had permission from his professors.
The first night on duty after going to sleep, the firemen quietly suited up, turned on the red truck lights, then woke the rookie and yelled “Are you coming with us?” He jumped up, put on his coat, helmet, boots, and jumped on the truck.
The pranksters started laughing . . . for the rookie had forgotten his pants.
“Memory Vases” the sign said. “Come on In!” So, I did. It was a lovely little place with knick-knacks everywhere. Just the kind of store we used to shop in when together.
While mulling over the color choices, sadness engulfed me. I missed Ann Melinda terribly and knew nothing would ever be the same. I liked blue – the color of her eyes which had been a deeper hue than mine. Her husband Alan smiled. “Yes, she would have loved it.” He said. After the purchase, we left the store and made our way slowly to the chapel in silence.
No matter how much bleach and disinfectant they lathered on the sanatorium, people still fell ill to a dreaded disease that had haunted the hospital and sent many unsuspected patients to an early grave.
“Think before you drink” the doctor had said over and over again to Mailee – “Will he ever stop?”
“I hate this place!” she screamed to the mirror.
She proved her madness by pulling her robe tight and snuck downstairs to find elderberry wine in the library and matches on the desk.
After being torched, the disease was eradicated. Two days later she died of severe burns.