We enjoyed Thanksgiving at Robin and Tim’s house with good food and togetherness. Tim’s turkey was sensational. Everyone pitched in to make it a special occasion. We missed Jule and Jon, who couldn’t make it, and Jeff and Jennifer, who were too far away.
I also made a new Facebook friend, Nancy Pauly Currie. Her father Bill Pauly and my dad started Glenstone Block Company together in 1945. I used to spend a lot of time at the Pauly farm with my friend Billy. Nancy was his younger sister. So many good memories! We roamed the pasture, the barn, the orchard, always on the lookout for adventure. Once we caught a snake, killed it, and boiled it in an enormous pot that was normally used to scald chickens before plucking. But before we could bring our snake soup to a proper boil, our moms caught us and made us pour out the water and bury the snake.
On another occasion when Billy and I started off on a new adventure, Nancy tagged along and wanted to join us. Billy wasn’t having it so we went over a barbed wire fence that Nancy couldn’t scale. I softened and helped her over the fence but cut my leg in the process. Those were days when people tended to ignore such cuts and scrapes and over time my leg healed. But there must have been a tiny fleck of the wire, or rust, left in my leg, which eventually formed a cyst the size of a small marble. It has been there for seventy years. One or two doctors have asked about it but have agreed with me that it doesn’t seem to be hurting anything. Besides, it’s a great reminder of days and nights on the Pauly farm and adventures with Billy and Nancy.