I’ve been getting a lot of mail lately, and it always makes me smile, here’s a sampler:
It has even been windy out here at Bug lake! My outhouse door was ripped off
the hinges a few nights ago and all I can say is that I was sure glad I was
not in it at the time.
In response to your Life Lessons “Cleaning House” article in Woman’s Day, you
were saving all those jars of cream of tartar for a reason, you just didn’t
know it. You can make a paste of cream of tartar and white vinegar. It easily
cleans burned-on gunk from baking pans and glass cooktops, and rinses clean!
Not toxic!
A friend passed along her Country Living Mag to me and I found your skating
article….then your blog info. Here I am! I believe there are no
coincidences in life. I have had my eye on Homer, Alaska and have always
wanted to visit with thoughts of perhaps retiring there. I have done quite a
bit of research. Am I nuts? I am 58 and single!
I read “Sunday’s Thought” & had to smile. When I was a child, I grew up in
very rural northern Wisconsin (actually still here 50 yrs later), but my mom
had a knack for using a humorous return address from time to time – making
different references either to our horse farm, small as it was, or to their
hunting prowess or dad’s arrowsmithing. One particular time I remember,
she’d sent a Christmas card to hunting buddies out in Oregon, never giving a
thought to whether or not they had our actual mailing address. One day a
letter arrived, and all we could do was laugh….and marvel at the various
post offices along the way. Firstly, it was confusing enough to explain to
people we actually lived in Wisconsin, even though we had a Minnesota address
(that was the closest post office, in a “town” of 35 people), but the letter
arrived addressed exactly as mom had written the return address:
The Varmints
Bulls Gap 55048
There was no “Bulls Gap”…but the letter arrived, nonetheless.
Just wanted to share!
