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January 30, 2014

Stories we tell our children

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Cooperstown Crier

---- — Difficult as it is to believe, we seem to have arrived at the end of January much sooner than we had anticipated. Of course, given the weather we have encountered throughout the month we must admit we are not sorry to see January go. We just hope that February does not follow the same weather patterns. Of course, there is not that much we can do about it if it does. Fortunately, we tend not to suffer from cabin fever and are quite content to stay inside with a good book or two or three.

And while speaking of books, we note that the next meeting of the Literary Discussion Group, sponsored by the Women’s Club of Cooperstown, will be held at 2:30 p.m. on Feb. 27 at the Village of Cooperstown Library.

 The original plan was for the group to read and discuss the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution of the United States and the Bill of Rights. Unfortunately, we were scheduled to lead the discussion but, for health reasons, we are unable to do so. Thus it has been decided that the group will postpone its study of what the National Archives refers to as the “Charters of Freedom.” Instead, those attending the meeting are being asked to bring a book that they are reading or have read that they would like to recommend to the rest of the group. Hopefully, those in attendance will leave the meeting with some ideas as to what they might want to read next. The meeting is, as usual, open to the public. 

We have been following with a fair amount of interest the concern in various editorials and letters to the editor in the newspapers regarding the decision by the county to stop delivering daily hot meals to county seniors who qualify for the county-sponsored program. We must say we can well understand the seniors not liking the change. Not only do they have to heat the meals themselves, they also lose the daily contact with the person who delivers the meals.

However, we do think there is a certain irony in the fact that while those who might have trouble fixing their own meals, don’t like frozen meals, people like us, who are perfectly able to fix their own meals, would seem to have a completely different point of view about frozen meals. In fact, we get downright excited when we realize we have a frozen leftover meal that we can simple heat up and eat. Even worse, we have been known to purchase frozen meals for our dining pleasure. And given the number of frozen meals that can be found in the grocery stores, we have to think we are not the only ones who partake of frozen meals. It is, we suppose, a classic example of the grass always being greener on the other side.

In addition to the food, we can well understand how nice it is to have the doorbell ring and discover there is someone there with warm food. In fact, we were most delighted recently, when the back doorbell rang, to discover our next door neighbor, Jenna, with her two children, Michael and McKenzie, delivering to us a freshly made, still warm loaf of banana bread. Jenna explained to us that she and Michael, who is two and a half, had been baking and they wanted to share their goodies with us just because. And a delicious goody it was. In fact, we think it was the best banana bread we have ever had. And fortunately for us, Jenna was kind enough to share her recipe. A big thank you goes to our next door bakers.

We are happy to report that our granddaughter, Abby a.k.a. the Widge, turned the ripe old age of four this month. And for her birthday, we decided to give her a Precious Moments statue which has long been a fixture on one of our kitchen counters. The statue is of a little girl holding an empty birdcage with a cat at her feet. The little girl is crying and several years ago now, Abby asked why the little girl was crying. As only her father, or possibly her grandfather in his day, could explain, she was told the little girl was crying because the bird got out of the birdcage and the cat ate it. After that, every time she came to visit, she would explain to us that the little girl was crying because the bird got out of the birdcage and the cat ate it.

When we called her to wish her happy birthday, we discovered, as she thanked us for our gift, that she now had a new question about the statue when she asked, “Gramma, how did you get it here?” 

Evidently, when she opened the gift, that was her first question: “How did Gramma get it here?” 

We had to confess that when they left for home after Christmas, we snuck it into the car, asking Abby’s parents if they could please wrap it up for her birthday. Little did she know that the little girl, the empty birdcage and the cat who ate the bird all rode home with her in the car.

And while that fact will not change, we suspect the day will come when she might well realize that the bird may have just gotten loose and flown away, leaving the cat a complete innocent in the explanation. And then her father will be in the same pickle we were, both the she-we and the he-we, when her father discovered what we had told him about the royal palm trees in Ft. Meyers, Fla., was not true.  But the truth be told, we were very surprised to discover that the trunks of the royal palm trees were not made of concrete on which the tops had to be planted.