11/24/2011

No Blog yesterday
 
For the record I was unable to get a blog out yesterday.

 
 
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
 
Bernadette and I are invited to an expat (group of foreigners) potluck Thanksgiving dinner this evening. Since I am the one with the email list, I disseminate the info to everyone and they most often reply to me. We are expecting about 60 folks, so it will be a big party. After putting the message out about the Potluck, I quickly realized that a lot of folks from other countries do not know what a potluck is. Bernadette is frying up about 70 pieces of chicken and preparing about 25lbs of mashed potatoes with gravy. The host is providing Turkey and Ham. I think a lot of the guests will be bringing deserts and Salads, so we should have a good Thanksgiving dinner.
 
Gary
 
 
 
Steven Evans
 
Folks, Steven is the young man that got killed in a head on car accident, with his brother in the other car, on the road that runs adjacent to the south side of the peace garden. His family is the one that purchased the Zeiler farm. Gary
 

 

 
 
 
 
From the Archives
 
 
 
 

Will J Hiatt 12/11/1891 – 11/30/1973

Margaret (Margie) Hiatt 11/13/1903 – 9/25/1993

 
 
 
 
 
 
Rene and John Bedard on John’s 85th birthday
 
 
 
 
Joke of the day
 

The wise old Mother Superior from County Tipperary was dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her comfortable. They gave her some warm milk to drink, but she refused it.

 

One nun took the glass back to the kitchen. Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.

 

Back at Mother Superior’s bed, she held the glass to her lips. Mother drank a little, then a little more. Before they knew it, she had drunk the whole glass down to the last drop.

 

“Mother,” the nuns asked her earnestly, “Please give us some wisdom before you die.” She raised herself up in bed with a pious look on her face and said, “Don’t sell that cow!”