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Last Weeks News – Good Monday morning from Little Creek.

Haven’t we had a beautiful November so far? These days are to be savored because we will soon be having snow and cold. I only hope it is snow and no worse. And snow is beautiful for those of us who don’t have to be out in it. I dread bad roads for the truck drivers and those who have to navigate the roads to and from work.

The “good old days” were so different. I know I “harp” on those days of old a lot, but “folks it was a good time to live” and “hard work never hurt nobody.” And you’ll just have to take my word for it.

My sister, Jean, called with some news worthy items this morning reminding me to get something written for the paper.

Jim and Jean Frye had cousins, James and Karen DeGase, visiting Friday. Karen was delivering pieced blocks for her family, Dyanna’s and Lois’. So I decided I must get busy and get my blocks done. These are for our 2016 family reunion. It seems like we just finished a reunion, which in fact, we did. Time flies.

The Frye’s also hosted visits from Tony Ingerson and stepson, Justin; Danny and Jamie Dry; Mike Huff and Kelly Jo Delp.

I had my son, Kent “Burr” Taber, visiting Sunday and Burl Conrad came by bringing “Sunday dinner food” from his church. I believe it was a five course meal complete with dessert. I appreciate Burl and the Noble Church good samaritans for the delicious dinner and the thoughtfulness behind it.

Burl, Burr and I had a good Sabbath Day visit discussing God’s goodness and our Christians duties.

My daughter, Karen, came on Thursday and took me to town for supper together. I appreciate my daughter and her loving concern for me.

My granddaughter, Jessica, took me to town and helped me do my monthly shopping. Jessica and her brother, Joseph, (my grandson) are always there for me. I seem to always be counting my blessings and God has indeed blessed me with a good family and many good friends. I cannot thank Him enough.

Our club met on Wednesday for a good day together. We will be going on our Christmas outing next week where we eat out and exchange secret pal gifts and draw names for the next year.

I wonder sometimes if I write too much about things that some don’t know or care about, such as quilting, but I receive encouragement to include articles about olden times and hobbies carried over from our ancesters. There must be more quilters in our area than other places and those who do not quilt appreciate the art so I will continue to write about the things I know.

Our group looks forward to each quilting day and go home tired, but happy to have shared our love of a hobby and to have created something of beauty and something meaningful.

Wednesday is our one day to step back and out of time and escape the stresses of our world. We reminisce about the calm of a by-gone era, about our mothers and grandmothers as we enjoy our young quilters and extend the link from one generation to the next. My granddaughter, Nicole, learned to quilt at a young age, taught by some masters of the art, and my granddaughter, Jessica, is getting ready to ask if she can learn. My granddaughter, Ruby Lee, has inherited quilts quilted by our members and she treasurers them above jewels.

We remember the antics of the many kids who were under and around the quilting frames and sometimes almost on top.

We love the magical way each step of the process of quilting brings new life to the blocks. It sometimes seems as if we feel our predecessors standing over our shoulders nodding approval.

Our club has brought the warmth of new friendships and taught our young quilters to appreciate the legacy we will pass on to them.

And before I close, a few “remember whens” for some of my senior friends:

Remember when – the first oleo came out with a little capsule of yellow coloring to be worked in?

The razor strap was used to sharpen the straight razor. It also served another purpose.

Remember feed sack dresses and feed sack underwear?

When ladies wore hats and when bawdy language was never aired.

When every eye would be drawn heavenward when an aircraft could be heard overhead.

Remember when electric lines went through the Ozarks and the long anticipated first hum of the refrigerators was heard.

Remember when the town square was full of people visiting and people watchers.

Remember when going to a movie was anticipated for days and remembered for weeks.

And in closing remember from my children’s era the hula-hoop, saddle shoes and big hair and homemade dresses.

And remember also that here in the Ozarks old ways still survive.

And so on ode to old days and old ways and to memories never to be forgotten and old days eventually become just that – memories of times together.

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