This left-handed woman lettered in basketball all four years at Dexter High School, astounding her older brothers! (Yes, I’m the keeper of the letters.)
Men For Dinner When a farmer had help from neighbors with fall harvest or making hay, his wife hosted noon dinner for the men, who, tired and dusty, moseyed to the house, parking their seedcorn caps on the trunk of the Chevy as they rolled up sleeves to wash up in the back room, nodding a “how do” as they entered the kitchen. “Make yourselves at home,” Warren offered, as men in bib overalls parked along the wide Formica table, enough room so they wouldn’t bump elbows. Set with pink and green oversized Melmac dishes, so Uncle Bill wouldn’t have to pile his with two layers of pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn and Jell-o salad, rolls and butter. Doris filled serving dishes in the kitchen among her white Youngstown cupboards, while her daughters brought them to the table, refilling water glasses and coffee cups, removing dishes when they were done, just in time to serve apple pie or spice cake for dessert. Meadowlark Songs