Post #2

Very original title for today's post, isn't it?

Anyway, today I picked up some groceries (its good to be able to eat every once in a while). I sent some emails. I sent some pictures and stories to a family historian. I updated the biology webpage. And I didn't do any research...

Later on I might do some dishes.


Today's story from yesteryear...

This story comes from the Atlanta Journal-Constitution from many years ago (during the '40s I believe ) and was written by Celestine Sibley.

Strange Things in the Air?

ELLIJAY--These are the golden days in the mountains, the days when in spite of yourself you feel positive that perfectly marvelous things are going to happen to you.

Talk about wine-like air, it's here. (And, I hasten to add, the wine can be had, too, but seldom by ladies. While a housewife shows off her summer's canning to women visitors the custom seems to be that the gentlemen drop by another farm building--I think this is called a cellar, too--and are treated to fox grape juice, which has been skillfully fermented.)

But as I was saying, the cool mornings, the bright sunshine, the smell of apples and drying hay in the fields, make you feel sure tht wondrous things could happen.

Judge Cicero Logan, the Gilmer County commissioner doesn't say it is strange and wondrous. But the thing that happened to him the other day was a mite surprising.

He was driving along between road building jobs and the great county farm operation and he saw a citizen walking along the road. Judge Logan stopped to give him a lift and recognized the pedestrian as Ira Stanley from over at Cherrylog.

Conversation turned to familes after a mile or two and Mr. Stanley remarked: "I have eight children."

"Well, so have I," said Judge Logan pleased.

"That's eight living," explained Mr. Stanley. "We lost two."

"So did we," said Judge Logan.

"Well," went on Mr. Stanley after a moment, "but we've got 14 grandchildren."

"Same here," said Judge Logan.

"Happens that I was married when I was 16," said Mr. Stanley.

"Me too," said Judge Logan.

"Ran away," challenged Mr. Stanley

"We did too," said Judge Logan.

They drove along in silence for a moment and then Mr. Stanley turned suddenly on Judge Logan and said sharply, "Well, I bet your wife isn't two years older than you are."

"She sure is," the county commissionar said softly. "She sure is."

A visitor to whom Judge Logan related this conversation thought about it a moment. "Well, tell me," he inquired, "did you find out you were both Republicans?"

"The strongest kind," affirmed Judge Logan.

I don't say the air has anything to do with it, but the way the weather feels up here odd things can happen.