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My Two Cents
by Stephen Scalf
And what makes this story better, even better than those Hallmark Channel movies, is that this story is absolutely true.
After a title like that, I know what you're thinking: "Oh, I've heard that one before..." But wait! It's not THAT kind of a story.
Back in the late 1940s there was a young woman who travelled from Idaho to Indiana to visit her beau (for you young whipper-snappers, that's old-timey talk for boyfriend) who was serving a mission.
Arrangements had been made through the bishop of the local congregation in Columbus for her to stay at the home of one of the families. While she was there, she had the opportunity to get acquainted with each of the family members, including the oldest son, Harold - or, since his father was also named Harold, Bud, as he was more commonly known.
The young woman returned home to Idaho and recounted the highlights of her visit with her friends. As she was talking to one of them, Evelyn, she said, "While I was in Indiana, I met this guy who would be perfect for you!" and continued to tell Evelyn all about Bud.
This young woman, completely intent on filling her role as matchmaker, provided Bud and Evelyn with each other's mailing addresses.
Bud is a very deliberate person - meaning he isn't one to act rashly. He likes to study things out in his mind and dwell on it while - maybe aging his thoughts like a good barrel of bourbon.
So it was that the correspondence between the two didn't begin right away. In fact, it wasn't until about a year later, after Bud had joined the Navy that the letters started going back and forth.
Bud completed his training and had been at his first duty station, and eventually came down on assignment for a naval base out in California. Since he was heading in that general direction anyway, he thought it would be a great time to take a few days and visit Evelyn - and meet her face to face for the first time.
Evelyn was working in a shop in downtown Blackfoot, Idaho at the time. And like many small towns, not much happened without others taking notice. One of Evelyn's co-workers saw the handsome young man in his sailor's uniform and told Evelyn that she guessed he must be the beau whose arrival Evelyn had been anticipating.
Bud got to Blackfoot on a Friday morning, and that evening there was a dance up in Idaho Falls. On the way back home, Bud asked Evelyn to marry him - and she accepted.
Wow! That's fast work for a young man who took nearly a year before he started writing to her!
The visit was short, and Bud had to head off to California. However, twice a year, their church holds a two-day general conference in Salt Lake City. Eager to see each other again, the young couple made plans to meet and attend the conference together.
That was their second meeting. The next would be for their wedding.
The couple selected Dec. 12 as their wedding date. Bud arranged for leave so he could travel to Idaho. It was a harsh winter and a snowstorm dumped so much snow in the mountains that the railroad could not get through.
Bud tried get a flight on a military hop, but the plane never arrived. With options quickly running out, Bud decided his best bet was to hitchhike.
One of his rides was from a naval investigation team, who told Bud they were on their way to locate a military aircraft that had gone down somewhere in Nevada - incidentally the same plane that Bud had been waiting for.
Because of the delays, Bud arrived in Blackfoot a bit later than he had intended, but still, he made it, and Bud and Evelyn were married.
Imagine that - without the benefit of e-mail, texting, Facebook, Snapchat, Skype, or any other means of communication other than the US Postal Service, the couple got married the third time they saw each other. And after 62 years of marriage, they're still together and still going strong.
Personally, I am so very thankful for this unconventional courtship, for you see, Bud and Evelyn are better known to me as Dad and Mom, and I would like to send them a belated Valentine's greeting.
Love always seems to find a way, doesn't it?
And that's my two cents,
Sharing a Smile
by Tom Metcalfe
Because of a severe under bite, I have had much dental work done in my lifetime. I have always had Novocaine, which of course is delivered with a syringe. That in itself is reason to not look forward to going to the dentist.
I don’t know if my “mammoth-petite" body is the reason, but one injection is never enough to get me as numb as the dentist wants me to be. So I usually have three or more injections.
In addition to several fillings and extractions over the years, I have had to endure gold crowns. During my aging experience, I have now started to have the need for root canals.
The website webmd.com states, “A root canal procedure is performed when the nerve of the tooth becomes infected or the pulp becomes damaged.
"During a root canal procedure, the nerve and pulp are removed, and the inside of the tooth is cleaned and sealed.
"Root canal procedures have the reputation of being painful. Actually, most people report that the procedure itself is no more painful than having a filling placed.
"The discomfort experienced in the period leading up to seeking dental care is truly painful, not the root canal procedure itself.”
I can attest that root canals are not as bad as I imagined. I have had two, one just a couple of weeks ago. The worst part about a root canal is the time that it takes to do it. Other than the injections of the Novocaine, I didn’t have any pain.
In addition to the length of the procedure, a dentist with large hands might be a problem. (I have heard some friends complain that local retired dentist, Bob Sparks had the world’s largest hands.)
My dentist, John “Sparky” McDowell, is a great doctor! He makes sure that you understand what he is doing and why he is doing it. He is a very sensitive man and is very caring toward his patients.
However, I do have questions about some of his techniques. He has an interesting selection of relaxing music during the procedure. When we started, the song was, “We’re Gonna’ Do This Thing Together. Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now.”
That may be the reason I thought there were as many as sixhands in my mouth during the operation. I only saw the dentist and the assistant, but I don’t know.
Next, during the drilling and filing (I thought he said the file was 18 and one half inches long, but surely he meant 18 and one half millimeters.) the song was “Hit Me With Your Best Shot.” I was glad that we were finished with the Novocaine at that point.
The part that hurt the worst was when I was presented with the charges and the music was, “I’m Gonna Get You One Way or Another.”
While I may have exaggerated about the dentist procedures, the songs - by coincidence - were actually as I listed them. The title of this article was not plagiarized, even though there may be some books and articles by the same name.
Meantime, be sure to brush your teeth!
Last week’s trivia question - What U.S. state has the smallest population? – Wyoming.
This week’s trivia question – How many teeth do most adults have including the wisdom teeth?
And On That Note...
by Ross Haney
If there were one single thing that motivated you – that gave you the will to get up in the morning and go on with your day – what would it be?
Now, I’m not talking about your blaring alarm clock or the hot pot of coffee you smell in the kitchen, although those do accomplish the getting-out-of-bed-and-getting-through-the-day aspects. I’m talking about what comes between those two things – the getting up and getting out. What motivates you to do everything you do?
A 13 year old, adventurous Ross Haney up-and-decided one day that he was going to write for the county newspaper. I don’t think it was a well-thought-out decision, but in a matter of days within that hasty decision, I was the mind behind The Carlisle Courier’s “And On That Note…”
Thirteen year old me had a wealth of ideas and “knowledge” to pull from, but as the years dragged on – four this coming April, to be exact – I began to feel like my plethora of information had run out, and I was just buying time, getting through each week as it came. My column had essentially become more of a chore than a hobby.
So more recently, I’ve tried to search for my original aims for aspiring to be a small town columnist. And why I enjoyed writing my column is a little simpler than you might think.
My first few columns were instructions to be a better person, how to accept yourself for you, memories of my Granny, and funny, embarrassing stories.
I would give people advice from my somewhat adolescent mind, and I felt like even if one person read my column and was encouraged to be a better person, I had done my job. And my inspiration to keep going – to keep writing – came from the feeling I got when my column came out in the paper, and then later the pride I felt when someone liked my writing.
It also helped that it felt pretty cool for a really young person to have an opinion that mattered, and was even featured.
And now that I feel that my column is more of a responsibility than a source of joy, I need to get back to my original motivation – that feeling I originally underwent when I came out with a new column, or inspired my readers to be better people.
So this week, I challenge you to go out into the world and find your motivation – what gets you up in the morning. Be the person that you originally set out to be to your fullest potential, and I’ll do my best to do the same.
And on that note, I’ll leave you!
The Carlisle Courier
117 S. Locust St
(around the corner from Deposit Bank)
P.O. Box 206
Carlisle, KY 40311
Tel: 859-289-8899 Fax: 859-289-8890