By JAMES BROWN
Glasgow Daily Times
Let’s get this out of the way — I do not Black Friday shop. My wife comes from a family of women who would eat hot coals if necessary to ready themselves for the annual tradition and after midnight Friday, my wife indoctrinated our teenage daughter.
After my wife and I had spent a couple of hours standing in line at a local retailer (where they did a fantastic job of crowd control, in my opinion), she and the girl set off for that dark abyss known as Scottsville Road in Bowling Green. I’ve been on that road once when it was the day before the day before Christmas. The experience was chilling as we chugged along like a slow steamer powering up river from two miles before we got to the Ky. 231 exit off of Interstate 65. The “African Queen” moved with more deliberation than we did on that day and our romance was fully flowered, where it remains.
After the mother and her new pupil set off for the shopping center of southcentral Kentucky, I finished dinner (mind you, it was after the witching hour) and tried to sleep. Finally, after much wrestling with the covers, I faded away into that other abyss in which the Sandman lives.
At 6:30 Friday morning, long after the most durable and determined shoppers had fought for their favorite bargains, I awoke and found the mother/daugther Black Friday tandem was not home. Not to seem too worried, I waited for a while before finally sending a text to the daughter: “Are you still alive?” (Yes, I text in full words and sentences, usually.)
“I’m not,” she replied.
“How about your mom” (I sometimes forget proper punctuation.)
“Are you still in bowling green”
“We are about to go back to Glasgow.”
“Ok. I am getting ready for work”
“Okay. We will be hone with in the next hour.”
The conversation in a stack of texts concluded a little after 8 a.m. Friday.
The daughter has officially been initiated into the Black Friday Benton Women’s clan. Enjoy and thank you.
And now for something completely different.
Postcard mailed during World War II arrives at New York home
ELMIRA, N.Y. — A postcard mailed nearly 70 years ago has finally arrived at the former upstate New York home of the couple who sent it.
The postcard was sent July 4, 1943, from Rockford, Ill., to sisters Pauline and Theresa Leisenring in Elmira.
Their brother, George Leisenring, was stationed at Rockford’s Medical Center Barracks at Camp Grant, an Army post during World War II. Their parents were visiting him when they mailed the postcard home.
The card reads: “Dear Pauline and Theresa, We arrived safe, had a good trip, but we were good and tired. Geo. looks good, we all went out to dinner today (Sunday). Now we are in the park. Geo has to go back to Grant at 12 o’clock tonight. Do not see much of him. We are going to make pancakes for Geo for supper tonight. See you soon. Love Mother, Dad.”
Last week, the postcard arrived at the home of Adam and Laura Rundell.
Theresa died in 1954, Pauline in 1962, according to records at nearby Woodlawn Cemetery in Elmira.
“As long as there is a deliverable address, the postal service will deliver it,” a post office spokesperson said.
The Rundells did a little research and were able to locate cousins of the Leisenring family, but they have yet to pick up the postcard.
James Brown is editor for the Glasgow Daily Times. He can be contacted by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.