This afternoon I was giving two visitors a tour at a local historic house where I volunteer, and I spotted a woman walking around outside taking photos. I invited her in and asked if she wanted to join the tour. She was hesitant at first but then accepted.
"Let me go out and get my husband," she said. "He's in the car."
She explained that he had had hand surgery at Chester County Hospital that morning and in fact she was driving him home to Avondale when she saw our cars out front and decided to pull in. She said she'd driven past the house for years and always wondered what it
looked like inside.
So in came her amazingly tolerant husband, hospital bracelet still around his wrist. At one point during the tour I asked him if he was feeling OK. He said the pain meds hadn't yet worn off, so he was just fine.
Talk about a good sport!
Thursday, February 21, 2013
More than coincidence?
Today at lunch I ran into a friend who took part in the BVA's Polar Plunge as a member of the winning Embreeville Mill team (the Golden Plunger trophy resides at the Mill for the year). As a proud supporter of the Brandywine Valley Association, this was his fourth year of participating. He even showed me his photo in last week's Kennett Paper, waist-deep in the creek (yes, he went fully under).
His all-important veteran's strategy is to start ingesting warming fluids at 10 a.m., 90 minutes ahead of the plunge, and then to continue drinking for some time afterward. But y'know what? For a usually hardy outdoorsman, he didn't sound so good when I saw him: he was stuffed up and coughing and said that for some mysterious reason he'd been really, really sick the past week.
His all-important veteran's strategy is to start ingesting warming fluids at 10 a.m., 90 minutes ahead of the plunge, and then to continue drinking for some time afterward. But y'know what? For a usually hardy outdoorsman, he didn't sound so good when I saw him: he was stuffed up and coughing and said that for some mysterious reason he'd been really, really sick the past week.
Paper, not plastic
Just a reminder that the green metal bin in the Unionville Post Office parking lot is for recyclable paper only. I dropped off a few bags yesterday and noticed that someone had deposited a clear plastic bag full of trash. It's not a trash can!
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Honoring St. Patrick
At a recent meeting, the men of St. Patrick Catholic Church's Knights of Columbus chapter were brainstorming about how to publicize their St. Patrick's Day event. One fellow had a bright idea: Did anyone happen to know Tilda Tally-ho?
Well! My dear friend Doug, an active member of the group, spoke up and said not only does he KNOW me, he was having lunch with me on Sunday!
He immediately became the center of attention and said all week long he received a flurry of e-mails containing information about the event to share with me.
So here's the story: The group is holding "a wholesome family celebration honoring St. Patrick" at the Kennett Fire Company's Red Clay Room on Dalmatian Street from 7 to 11 p.m. March 16. On the program is Irish music by The Ladeens, performances by the Do Cairde School of Irish Dance, and a buffet and refreshments, including soda, beer and wine. Ticket are $25 for adults and $16 for children 12 and under and will be sold in advance or at the door. For more information visit the chapter's website, www.kofc15346.org. Proceeds from the event will "assist those in need within our community, and also around the Globe."
Well! My dear friend Doug, an active member of the group, spoke up and said not only does he KNOW me, he was having lunch with me on Sunday!
He immediately became the center of attention and said all week long he received a flurry of e-mails containing information about the event to share with me.
So here's the story: The group is holding "a wholesome family celebration honoring St. Patrick" at the Kennett Fire Company's Red Clay Room on Dalmatian Street from 7 to 11 p.m. March 16. On the program is Irish music by The Ladeens, performances by the Do Cairde School of Irish Dance, and a buffet and refreshments, including soda, beer and wine. Ticket are $25 for adults and $16 for children 12 and under and will be sold in advance or at the door. For more information visit the chapter's website, www.kofc15346.org. Proceeds from the event will "assist those in need within our community, and also around the Globe."
He cleaned up!
A friend was eager to tell me about an incredible deal he got on the Dove soap he likes at the Avondale Acme. Normally six bars for $7.99, it was on sale for $6.49. He bought three six-packs and used three $4 coupons. On top of this, there was a special deal running where he got a $5 coupon off his next week's grocery purchase.
So he ended up getting 18 bars of soap for $2.47, or 13 cents a bar for soap that usually sells for $1.33 a bar. He said even the cashier commented on what a great deal that was.
Lest anyone should think he is some kind of a soap hoarder, he was quick to add that he's storing it on a shelf against an outside wall, so it's also serving as insulation.
So he ended up getting 18 bars of soap for $2.47, or 13 cents a bar for soap that usually sells for $1.33 a bar. He said even the cashier commented on what a great deal that was.
Lest anyone should think he is some kind of a soap hoarder, he was quick to add that he's storing it on a shelf against an outside wall, so it's also serving as insulation.
Ambassador Tilda
On Saturday evening I was hurrying along State Street on my way to meet the family at the Half Moon when I saw a couple standing on the sidewalk looking around them, obviously lost. They asked if by any remote chance I knew where the Byrsa Bistro was. Indeed I did! I told them to cross Union Street and they'd be there -- and I threw in my opinion that they were assured of having an excellent dinner.
There is hope!
In last week's column I told you a story about two surly young boys at the Y and bemoaned the state of manners in the world today. So you can imagine how much it warmed my heart when one of the participants in the Kennett Square Junior Cotillion, a generations-old program, told me that in Week 1 he learned about making introductions, shaking hands, and correct buffet behavior (put only one piece on your plate and then move along). And in the dancing portion of the class they learned the salsa! I can't wait to hear about Week 2. His mother showed me a photograph of her son looking extremely smart in his Cotillion outfit: the traditional blue blazer, khaki trousers and tie. The program runs for six weeks at the Kennett Square Country Club.
A friend of mine who grew up around here did Cotillion when she was young and to this day frequently comments, when confronted with a glaring example of rude behavior, "I'm telling you: Cotillion for all." Excellent advice.
A friend of mine who grew up around here did Cotillion when she was young and to this day frequently comments, when confronted with a glaring example of rude behavior, "I'm telling you: Cotillion for all." Excellent advice.
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