Editor's note: Jo's Jottings are back by
popular request and will run monthly on these pages. Although
Josephine Blanchard is no longer with us, memories of her bring
many readers joy and we hope all will once again enjoy her column
selected from The Mountain Times archives.
I started this yesterday (Wednesday), and when I read what I had
written, it didn't make much sense, so I'll start over again. The
days go so fast here, I can't believe it. Seems like I turn around
twice and it's time for bed again.
We played Bingo twice this week. I didn't win like I did last
week, but I did win a few. Since I won five games in a row, they
seem to think I'm specially blessed. But there wasn't too many of
us playing and that does make a difference.
Shirlene brought over a big tin box full of snapshots and wanted
me to identify them. I can mark them, but I can't remember
Now it's Thursday and I've just finished breakfast. I have the
same thing every morning. Cereal, toast, fruit and orange juice,
and of course, coffee.
This is the day our rooms get cleaned, so we have to get out.
They do it quite fast, so it doesn't bother me a bit. The sky has
been cloudy, and bright today, and a bit warmer than it's been for
quite a while. I don't like hot weather, especially when it's muggy
like today has been.
Sunday, and I'm back in my room after breakfast. I recall an
incident that happened about this time, years ago. My father and
two of my brothers went for blackberries. They had to walk through
our land to a home that had long been given up. The berries usually
grew in abundance, but apparently, this year, there wasn't enough
to bother with. My two brothers squeezed the juice out of what few
they had and rubbed the liquid all over their faces. When they
reached the house, the rest of us were outside. My mother took one
look at the boys and almost fainted. It took some fast talking from
my father to get her calmed down.
There was the time when we had the strawberry patch. As I love
them, Mother thought I could do the job. I did it too good, for
soon I broke out in a rash so bad, Mother called the doctor. When
he arrived, he took one look at me and a big grin appeared on his
face. "She has a good case of the hives." I didn't get to pick
berries anymore or eat them unless I snuck them.
I'd like to do some washing, but I'm not sure I know how things
work, so I'd better leave things alone. The sun is bright today, so
we have a lot of heat to contend with. Sometimes I think I'd rather
be at the North Pole.
The Red Sox played ball again last night, but I like to watch
the music of Lawrence Welk. His music is beautiful - that program
has been on the air for a long time. They did have some of the
folks on one time recently. The guy that had the beautiful tenor
voice still has it, but his body is old - I couldn't believe it.
Time goes so fast!