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i got a message from Chris the other night about "My problem". He has no clue! He has to meddle in anything that he has an opinion on. And if he doesn't have an opinion, he'll find one. He closed his message saying "goodbye from all the Schepper boys". Wow! He has that kind of power! Must make him feel special! Never was really close to those boys anyway. So I've not lost out on whatever he wants me to lose. Sad isn't it that he believes himself and his brothers to be that important. First he asked Kenny for money, then Anola to leave Michael and move to Bloomington to care for Nanny, now me to seek psych help. Wonder who is next your bottom dollar it's not John or Joany! They are so close as to not see anyone else! That in itself is sad! Wonder what John will miss? Wonder what Jillian will miss? As for Joany, can't miss what you never had!

Snow

Yes! It is still here! Not like any that I remember. Although I do remember the buses not showing up until 1:00, one day and then leaving again at 3. Those were the days of private owned buses. Mostly farmers drove. They had the ways and means and time. Not to mention diesel fuel. I was in high school, mind you. The first time I remember getting on a bus was in grade 2, I think. Anyway it was a field trip to the water treatment plant, actually we followed the course of water from source, Big Walnut, to sewage treatment, which was right by the dog shelter. I might add that was the highlight for not only myself but probably 90% of the class. Seven year-olds, so what would you think. See I walked to school, along with everyone who attended Alabama Street School. 2 Miles for some of them.

20 inches of SnOw

I remember worse snows than this. Dad went to work. The town stayed open.

I must add more later.

Mam-maw

The one constant in my life was Mammaw. Always there. Always upbuilding. Always mine. Oh I admit that there were other grandkids but I still felt the sense of being hers, all alone. When my mom was cleaning, which was a daily thing, I was at Mammaw's house, learning stuff about fabric and fibers and textures. Sh was a good cook in the kitchen that PawPa had made for her. But she much preferred to create something tangible, something that would make total strangers give compliments. She kept sewing for my aunt well into her forties and my cousins and me, too. Not into our forties, because she wasn't around that long. She made sport coats for my brother. Yes I do have a brother, although he considers himself an only child. She made a couple sport coats for my husband when we were first married. He doesn't fit them now. SIGH! He grew up. She was a widow when she was 52. Independent! She finished her life in the house that her dad had given her as a young wife and in the house she had birthed 4 children. My uncle insisted that the ambulance not turn the siren on as they took her to the hospital where she died.

Miss Raab

There was a teacher in Brazil High whom my dad disappointed. I didn't know this until we had a Parent's Night my sophomore year. Speech class came first. Evelyn Pell was our substitute. Her husband was Dr. Pell. Dad had made false teeth for about twenty years for him and Dr. Phillips and Dr Dennany in the Davis Trust building. Anyway when the bell rang we went to second hour which was Algebra II with Kathryn Raab. She was shaped like a keg with red hair, Lucy red, and a withered arm which she swung from her shoulder like a chef brandishing a frying pan. So you got the picture. Anyway she gave points in her class that you kept track of for your final grade. Not matter whether I had enough points for an "A" or whether I had more points that the school secretary's daughter, who was a good friend, I never got an "A". Now my dad learned his profession during the war. He was in the It seems that a much younger Kathryn Raab had written my dad several letters during the war that went unanswered. To most people that would sound ridiculous that she could hold a grudge that long, but you obviously did not know Miss Raab.

Just do it

Well finally I decided to put this down in writing. Kind of sorting thoughts and happenings. May not last too long but at least I started, once. Lots of times I start things and then, because of things, I quit! So don't get worried if I don't show up for a while. Sort of like leaving you hanging. Let me tell you,too, that there will be no pictures in this, So use your imagination! I'm sure that your family will fit right into this somewhere. It's not that you expect things like this to really happen in your family...but they will. It's not all heredity either. Growing up, family name was important. After all to my knowledge there were only honest, hardworking, middle class people in the whole world and my family fit in perfectly. Even in school, I admit it was the 50's and 60's but hey come on, there were not all winos, druggies, and free thinkers staggering through those decades. I had teachers who had had my dad. Heck, I even had a teacher who had had my grandmother! Yes i do say words like heck and I have been known to spout words to make a grown person swallow their clothespins. But then you'll have to take my word for that because those ears are asleep in death. Oh I can still say them. I just always remember that even a two-year old can say them and my vocabulary has grown considerably. But sometimes.......