Founded December 17,1912    Ceased Publication Thursday February 1, 1951

Book 1 Volume 41

Original Volume 41 republished using KompoZer

Our Butternut

The masthead appearing above is not an accident nor is it meant to be a gimmick. My dad, George R. Elliston was the owner, founder, editor, and publisher of the Palmerton Press. I am trying in my own way to keep that banner visible to the world.
First and foremost this thing makes absolutely no attempt to be a real newspaper. For that one must read the Times News at I write this for my own enjoyment. I hope others will enjoy it also.
Below is the actual lead slug that was the masthead of the Palmerton Press in its days of operation. It now resides with son George R. Elliston 2nd.

reverse slug
Here it is shown reversed for all to read.


  At this time I want to acknowledge the deep debt of gratitude to all those who have supported me in this endeavor. My wife, Queen is my inspiration and greatly augments my efforts. I realize that I sometimes must drive her nuts with my ravings and antics. However, her support has been indispensable.

My son George, grandsons; Andy, and Jason, have been instrumental in making these things appear at all. They supply the technical expertise to put and keep it on line.

I am particularly interested in reaching former Palmerton residents who my still find the old town a source of comfort and the remembrances of happy days. Don’t expect much in the way of earth shattering events to appear here. This is how WE live. Oh occasional “Bobby’s” opinions will appear, but there is always the delete key. Ha!! Thank God my mentors all suffer an old 77-year-old fool well. My thanks to them all. I also deeply appreciate the responses from my readers who seem to enjoy our view of life as well as the pictures of our town and home. I regret that some readers still have problems opening the pictures. However at least now these pages don’t have to stand on their literary merits alone, Thank God!!


Saturday, August 28, 2004 7:20 AM 72 deg at LVIA and 67.2 in the bus stop

It is a humid morning today. In spite of that we went for a short walk this morning. Then I started cutting the grass. As usual it was broken into loafing breaks along with some 8 O’clock coffee. Then at 10 AM Tommy and I will be going for a Saturday morning swim. It will probably be one of the last of the year. <Sigh>

I had my swim yesterday and it went very well. The attendance is mighty poor, however the old faithful are there. George Ashman brings Howard Witham with him every afternoon. Howard was right there next to me also swimming his laps. Hey if I ever reach his age I will be glad if I am able to put on a bathing suit let alone swim. He is an amazing man. George told me that his daughter made it back to Georgia all right.

<Later> the swimming was wonderful. The lanes were packed with true blue swimmers getting near the last of their season lap swims.
Last night for supper we had salmon, a half of a baked potato each, an ear of corn each, her excellent coleslaw, cottage cheese and fresh tomatoes. I had the last of her “Bisquick” cookies and she had ice cream. Fresh coffee finished an excellent meal.

As I eluded to in last weeks web page a brand new house arrived here at the ex Duris property here on Columbia Avenue. The entire operation was quite a spectacle and very interesting to observe.

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As I look at these pictures, I am amazed at how complete the house actually appears.
One can see a hutch built into it as well as what looks to me like a picture on the wall.
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As I watched them maneuver the second half into place I told someone there the that truck driver must have done this at least once before!! He was good.

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Unfortunately I didn’t get to see how they got the two halves off of the trailer and properly in place. I suspect they slid or pushed it off.
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By last evening the two halves had been joined and someone was working inside this Saturday afternoon.

          Today Mary, Jim, and Lillian Rau will be arriving for a visit. It will be good to see them again. Tommy will be headed to the “Kettle” for his annual club picnic this evening. We shall see him tomorrow. <Later> Our guests left about 8 PM to get back. They had to care for their dogs. We know all about that.

Tonight for supper Jim made a special dish of a marinated London broil cooked on the gas grill then cut into strips and put into a pan of cooked red and green peppers, onion, mushrooms, and olive oil. The veggie mix was cooked until it was tender and then tossed with the meat. This mixture was placed over noodles. It was excellent. We had sliced fresh tomatoes, cottage cheese, and ice cream for dessert.

I received this from Norman Eckhart the other day. See what you think. I think it is right on the mark!! It is not overtly political, but it says a lot about how much of the public thinks today and the author’s reaction to the events of the day.

For many years Ben Stein has written a biweekly column for the online website called "Monday Night At Morton's." (Morton's is a famous chain of Steakhouses known to be frequented by movie stars and famous people from around the globe.)
Now, Ben is terminating the column to move on to other things in his life. Reading his final column is worth a few minutes of your time because it praises the most unselfish among us and portrays a valuable lesson learned in his life.

How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?

As I begin to write this, I "slug" it, as we writers say, which  means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is "eonlineFINAL," and it gives me a shiver to write it.
I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end. It worked well for a long time,
but gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change have overtaken it.

On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson
there a few days ago, and  we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie.
But Morton's is not the star galaxy it once
was, though it probably will be again.

Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated.
But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.

How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a "star" we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model?

Real stars are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails.
They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer.

A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked  his head  into a hole on a farm near Tikrit, Iraq. He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets.
Instead, he faced an abject Saddam
Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world. A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad.
He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him. A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier in  Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of
unexploded ordnance on a street
near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad.

The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered
and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists. We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our magazines.
The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.

I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.
There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament....the policemen and women who go off on  patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive, the orderlies and 
paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and  prepare them for surgery, the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children,
the kind men and women  who work in hospices and in cancer wards. Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collapse.

Now you have my idea of a real hero. We are not responsible for the operation of the universe, and what happens to us is not terribly important. God is real, not a fiction,
and when we turn over our lives to Him, he takes far better care of us than we could ever do for ourselves. In a word, we make ourselves sane when we fire ourselves as
the directors of the movie of our lives and turn the power over to Him. I came to
realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters. This  is my highest and best use as a human.

I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin....or Martin Mull or  Fred Willard--or as good
an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as
good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them. But I could  be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and,
above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me.

This came to be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help).
I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with
my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma, and then entered
immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.

This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York. I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only
one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others
He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.

By Ben Stein
Faith is not believing that God can,   It is knowing that God will.
"People say true friends must always hold hands,but true friends don't need to hold hands becausethey know the other hand will always be there."

I think this is pretty much how it is in real life.


Sunday, August 29, 2004 7:21 AM 72 deg at LVIA and 68.9 in the bus stop
It is foggy and damp this morning. It looked like London England outside this morning. The weight is 195 and the glucose is 138.

We went for a walk after breakfast and the fog had partially burned off.

It is very sticky and humid today.
Now the sun is out and it is hot and humid. I hope a swim will be possible this afternoon. Things are quiet on the new house front today with very little activity.

Now at 3 PM I shall be leaving for the pool.

<5:14 PM> I am back to help with the supper. The swimming went well. George Ashman and Tommy were there, but no sign of Doc Cyr.

<After supper> We had Mr. T. Pierce Davies here to dinner here this evening. We had chicken breast, stuffing, green beans, corn on the cob, fresh tomatoes, cottage cheese, coffee
and Rita’s Water Ice for dessert. It was excellent. Then we all sat on the porch and had a great time talking with one another.

George, Kathy and Andy will be arriving here in town next Friday for a short visit. Andy will be starting back to college very soon so he must use his remaining time wisely.

In case anyone is interested it is easy to recover the key needed to re install your windows operating system if necessary.

Go to:  it will show you the exact product code needed to authenticate a re-installation. This can be very handy if you need it.

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Queen pointed out to me a large spider web mostly unseen during the day but plainly visible at night when I take Butternut out.

Monday, August 30, 2004 7:20 AM 73 deg at LVIA and 72.1 in the bus stop
It is very humid this morning. We went for a shortened walk this morning. Queen wanted to get out at least for a bit before she started the wash. Showers and thundershowers are predicted for later today, that will probably screw up my swim but oh well!

This morning the blood glucose is 135 and the weight is 195. Meanwhile on the health front Queen had a much better night last night. We instituted some changes in lifestyle that seemed to help. Since she doesn’t eat anything after supper she brushed her teeth with the prescription fluoride toothpaste about 8 PM and rinsed her mouth later as directed. Last night she had dry mouth but no tongue burning. Maybe we are onto something. She wants to make an appointment with Dr. Nicholson to see about her medications as suggested by her dentist. We go this afternoon at 2:30 PM.

This morning I received a great e-mail that I shall share with you all.

Subject: Palmerton Press

Hi Mr. Elliston,

My brother, Joe Lach, sometimes shares your wonderful Palmerton Press with me and my 80 year old mother.  So I'm taking you up on your offer to join your mailing list which is free and worth every cent!  I'm 49 and holding and have lived in Palmerton all my life.  The older I get, the more I appreciate living in a small town - and, in my book, Palmerton is a real gem.  Thanks for sharing your thoughts and memories of Palmerton with the cyber-set.  I look forward to reading the next issue of the Palmerton Press.  Of particular interest is the great debate between Dr. Jane and Dr. Marjorie Batchelor regarding the wearing of girdles!  Joe claims it's a hoot and Mom is eager to read it as we have differing opinions on the subject.

Jane Lach

Letters like this are priceless to this old geezer. These are really the folks I am trying to reach. Many Palmertonians those currently living here as well as those who have located elsewhere realize what we have here in Palmerton. Particularly those who now live out of the area. Personally I love being a hick from the sticks. The city life ain’t for me. I am counting on Barbara Shepherd for further word on this subject of Jane’s concern. Ha!! I have had other inquiries about her writings that I use here.

This morning I went down to the Prolog office and spoke to a young lady about my web space plight. Since I am no way in a commercial venture I have no need for a commercial site. However it would be great if I could buy about 50 or 75 MB of wiggle room for these pages instead of only their 15MB. A lot of times a story would make a lot more sense if a reader could reference last week's page regarding the same or a similar subject. My problem is that I lose continuity of content from one week to the next. Not many folks want to take the time or trouble to save these things on their hard drives. I guess you could burn a CD-ROM, but what the heck there is nothing immortal on them anyway. PenTeleData has been in the forefront of the technical age and very helpful to its customers. Their anti-spam help is first class and they are instituting a new more secure E-mail service to take effect soon. Perhaps they may find this to be of interest in promoting web use. They do seem to listen to their users. She couldn’t help me directly but she said she would speak to her supervisor and see if something is possible. Everyone was very polite and helpful during the entire conversation. They are nice folks. We shall see.

During these times it is a wise idea to keep informed what is going on in this world be it terror, or bad weather. Here is an excellent place to do so:
I regularly get e-mail warnings at to weather conditions not only here but in places where our loved ones live as well. It is a valuable
FREE thing.

I just got this from friend and neighbor Mike. I hope it isn’t true:

Subject: WHEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Farmers' Almanac Predicts a Wild Winter By DAVID SHARP LEWISTON, Maine (AP) -
Gas up the snow blower but don't put away your umbrella: The Farmers' Almanac is predicting a wild winter with heavy
precipitation and dramatic temperature swings in the Northeast.
The northern Plains and Great Lakes will be snowy, the almanac says, while it will be milder in the southern half of the country.
The Northeast will have unusually wet weather - either as rain or snow, according to the almanac.

"The big thing is it's going to be a winter of extremes,' said managing editor Sandi Duncan, whose almanac hits newsstands Tuesday.

The weather formula used by the 188-year-old Farmers' Almanac is a closely guarded secret.
Prepared two years in advance, the forecasts are based on sunspots, the position of the planets and tidal action of the moon.

The National Weather Service questions the accuracy of forecasts made so far in advance, but the almanac says it is right 80 percent of the time.
Some people use it for planning weddings and other outdoor events.
The almanac's forecast last winter was largely on the mark.
It predicted a cold winter and Mother Nature delivered a January deep freeze in the Northeast.
The almanac also forecast a wet and cool summer.
And that seems to ring true in many places, including Maine.
This coming winter will get off to a cold start in the Pacific Northwest and northern Plains,
the almanac says. Milder weather is in store for southern half of the nation, with near normal or balmy temperatures from California to the Deep South,
according to the almanac.
Later in 2005, the almanac predicts a wet spring for most of the country and an active pattern for the
Midwest's "Tornado Alley'' in April and June.
The Farmers' Almanac - not to be confused with the Old Farmer's Almanac in New Hampshire -
also offers up recipes, brainteasers, jokes, gardening tips and trivia.
This year's edition also continues a focus by the almanac editors on finding happiness through simplicity.
An article on "Putting the Joy Back into Christmas'' noted that the holiday buying binge leads to personal debt and an additional 5 million to 7 million tons of extra waste in landfills.
"We're not saying don't give. Let's give things that are more significant to the recipient,'' said editor Peter Geiger.

The editors expect to distribute 4.5 million copies of the three versions of the almanac: the 200-page retail version, a shorter promotional version and a Canadian version.

Last year, the editors launched a syndicated column that's in 100 newspapers, and the almanac's Web site remains popular.
Now the editors are exploring a new medium.
"Our goal is to have a family-oriented television show,'' Duncan said

On the Net: Farmers' Almanac www.farmersalmanac

This afternoon we had our appointment with Dr. Nicholson to check out Queen in her quest for a solution to her problem. He is having her get some blood work done as well as realigning the timing of how she takes her medicines. We are reporting progress. By the time we left there it was 3:30 and I quickly headed for the pool. George Ashman, Howard Witham, and Harry Brown were there. In my haste to swim before the rain I got right to it thus missing some scintillating conversation! Ha! It rained intermittently as I swam and the others headed for the overhang at the bathhouse for shelter. Ha! Jean Stemler arrived for a swim as well. I was the last one swimming when I got out. Golly but it was a wonderful swim!
As I was swimming I saw Larry and Suzy sitting under the overhang and happened to think about Gretchen’s belated 50th birthday surprise party for Larry the other week. Hell he wouldn’t be born for two more years when I started swimming up there. Geez I am getting old!! Suzy said tell Tommy they are waiting for him to come before closing.
But I must say I never enjoyed swimming more than I do now. Thank God this is something the good Lord has still allowed me to do. I am grateful. Dr. Nicholson told Queen today as we were leaving,” Keep him exercising”. Hell that means more of the damn Iron Works. I hate it, but I will go. Love is a great motivator.

Today was washday so that meant eating in God’s restaurant tonight. Queen made homemade spaghetti. However tonight’s was extra super special. Instead of using canned tomatoes she used fresh ones. This is a lot more work but the flavor was definitely worth the extra effort. As usual I saved some for a lunch later. Then we had a half of a cantaloupe with a dollop of ice cream on it. It was another one of her superb meals.


I just received this picture postcard from Bob Green

I remember the blinking traffic lights in the middle of 3rd Street both north and south. That car in the picture at the Palmerton Hotel looks like it could be similar to my Dad’s seven passenger Packard with white wall tires and dual spare tires. It also had an external trunk. We still have two of the three black suitcases that just fit inside that trunk. They are all lined in a blue cloth and marked inside with the Packard logo. They are in excellent condition. The other one is over at Walter Guyer’s residence in Short Hills, N.J. They may be worth something to a collector of that stuff. I ought to ask Google about them.

Tuesday, August 31, 2004 7:09 AM 73 deg at LVIAS and 70.3 in the bus stop.
It looks like a humid rainy day this morning. The blood glucose was 152 and the weight 197. Not as good today.
Queen will be going up to the hospital for a blood test this morning before breakfast. I will be taking my 8 O’clock coffee up with Butternut to the “park bench” for my morning jump-start for my heart.

I got out the equipment needed to process the tomatoes we bought at the Farmer’s Market last Friday. We will blanch, skin, and quarter them and put them in 1-quart vacuum freezer bags and store them in the freezer. We will start this after breakfast. Queen just got back from her blood test.

<10:25 AM> We just finished freezing almost 10 quarts of tomatoes. The preparation part is just as difficult as canning them but they went into vacuum freezer bags a lot faster than canning. They will taste great all winter if they last that long! Ha!!

This afternoon I went for my swim. The water was perfect and my 20 laps went very well. It was pure luxury to swim today.

As I was going home I walked up to the car with neighbor Gail Nonemaker. She told me that as I was swimming Larry Arner was holding a Boy Scout Merit badge-swimming test. I was doing my laps and could not hear him but she said as he pointed to the two geezers swimming out there, “Those men out there swimming laps, that one man is 92 years old [Howard] and the other [me] is 82.” She said he corrected himself, but at 77 that is bad enough. I now can claim fame as an older professional bad example! Ha! Hey I don’t care. Anything to encourage youngsters to swim is fine with me.

I was reading Linda Koehler’s column in tonight’s Times News. It really hit home to me. She laments having to re-learn her cooking habits. Here is part of her column:

“My Harry was a few pounds heavier than he should have been and his doctor wasn't happy with his numbers, you know, cholesterol, blood pressure. He recommended a change in his diet. Drastic changes. When he came home from the doctor, he laid two pieces of paper on the table. One was foods not to eat if you have high cholesterol and the other was a list of foods not to eat if you have high blood pressure. Between the two, it didn't leave much to work with.”  “So, I changed my cooking habits. Salt is taboo. I use only olive oil. I try never to use pre-packaged anything, only natural. If it can't be steamed, broiled or grilled, we don't eat it. Pasta and rice are just memories. Potatoes. What are potatoes? He is taking a much more active part in grocery shopping. I never liked it before but I absolutely hate it now. I buy only for Harry. I bring nothing home for me. No Kraft Mac and Cheese, no frozen pizzas, no pork chops. Because I'm cooking for Harry. Because I do love him. But I sure miss cooking for Linda.”

Ha! Been there, done that! I know how she feels though. It is a damn hard thing to do.

One thing she must do is to occasionally cook for Linda as well. Once is a while won’t kill him and her morale will be a whole lot better. A martyr makes an unhappy lousy cook.
I know with us our life styles are far different than young folks like Linda and Harry but it can be done. Things went along about the same after Queen’s pneumonia and then her stroke but it wasn’t until she was diagnosed with congestive heart failure that things really started to drastically change in the food department. We always watched what we ate but not very closely.
Since Queen is almost 10 years older than I what would she do if I became seriously incapacitated with a Stoke, heart attack, and all the manifold complications that can ensue from my diabetes? I know what she would do; she would do her best to care for me. My brother was an invalid for over 10 years and she cared for him. She would do no less for me. But how would she do it if she were in bad health herself?
That was when I decided my best course of action was to take a lot better care of myself. It is a decision that I have never regretted. Reluctantly I must admit that I feel the best I have in years. My lower weight is working. It is amazing what love can do!! Some of these last few nights with her problems in particular have told me I did the correct thing.
Son in law Fritz says that when I speak about food my voice takes on an air of reverence!! That is really true. I must admit in all honestly though no matter how low my weight gets there is a fat man living inside me trying constantly to get out.

central lab

I saw this picture on the web tonight. It is an old picture of the NJZ Central Lab.

It is almost bedtime now.


Wednesday, September 01, 2004 7:04 AM 59 deg at LVIA and 55 deg in the bus stop
It is a clear crisp cool morning today. I will be heading out to the park bench with my trusty 8 O’clock coffee. My weight is 196 and the blood glucose is a much more favorable 125 this morning.

It was great going for our regular walk this morning. A jacket felt good with a bit of a nip in the air. George Ashman was outside at the “Little White Church” cutting the weeds with the electric weed whacker.

We took a quick trip downtown this morning I had to get gasoline for the Corsica and then on the way home we stopped in briefly to see our favorite news people and dropped off some stuff for Sharon. After we got back I saw Queen using her long handled grass shears and she shamed me to get out the gas weed whacker and finish the job. Now Queen is running the plow upstairs. I imagine I too will get involved with this also before the weekend.

About 3 PM I went to the pool. As usual George Ashman was there. Today both Howard’s showed up. Howard Witham came with George and Howard Cyr and Honey arrived just as I was leaving. I discussed Queen’s problems with him and he thought we were doing the right things.

I took along my digital camera and took some video from inside the big red mushroom. I had to double over and hold it close to my chest, but it only got superficially wet. The video is amazing. Standing under the mushroom with water cascading down is quite an experience to see and hear. In addition to the video it also records the sound of the falling water and it has quite an effect.

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Now hopefully I have my ”Fix“ for this winter’s feelings of being in the pits.

Tonight for supper Queen had chili for our supper. It was excellent.


Thursday, September 02, 2004 7:10 AM 59 deg at LVIA and 54.3 in the bus stop

It is downright chilly this morning as I am heading out with my coffee and Butternut. The blood sugar is 143 and the weight 195.

We will be going for a walk soon before breakfast.

<Later> it was good to get out and walk with my wife. We could see the young parents hurrying their children off to the grade school just down the hill from us. Believe it or not, I still remember those days from my own years in school.

Last evening Queen watched the convention. I saw bits and pieces of it. She was much taken by Zell Miller the Democrat senator from Georgia. This whole campaign is very interesting. I am trying to keep in mind that a Kerry win is not in the best interests of the Clintons. Bill is preparing the way for Hillary and I suspect a possible well-hidden hand may be involved in Mr. Kerry’s current slide in the polls. We may never know.

I think we will be doing our shopping this morning instead of waiting until Friday.

<Later> we got back about 12:30 PM. Then it was lug it in and put it away. We got some tomatoes at the Farmer’s Market but there was nothing exciting about it. I did notice as we went out to the market that there was teams of surveyors working out near the Walmart new store location.

I just got this e mail from Barbara Shepherd in Florida:

Date: 09/02/04 17:36:45

To: <>
Subject: Re: Storm news

Dear Bob,

Didn't think I'd be writing about another hurricane so soon, but with Frances marching inexorably toward the east coast of Florida, and of such strength that we
expect 75 mile an hour winds here (tropical storm force), our schools are closed tomorrow from north of Tampa to south of us, Sarasota county.  There are
literally millions on the roads trying to flee the storm, and our schools are being set up to be used as shelters.  All of our coastal areas have been asked to evacuate.

Over 5000 have been sent home from the Kennedy Space Center.  All government offices will be closed, and I'm sure that you heard that the governor has called
out the National Guard.  This one is a danger to most of the state, since it is thought that it will hit land on the East Coast and then cross over to exit north of Tampa. 
It is huge.  In this area our greatest concerns are the amount of rain - 5 to 10 inches and the duration and strength of the wind, as well as the tornadoes that are
spawned by these conditions.  Sadly it looks like it will also hit the same area as Charley did a couple of weeks ago.

My son and daughter-in-law are scheduled to embark on a cruise out of Miami on Monday, and, of course, can learn nothing about changes.  I can't imagine that a ship
will put into port by then, but their plans are to drive to Miami on Sunday.

A massive thunderstorm hit us two nights ago, Lightning struck a tree just outside one of their windows, which went up in flames. 

The monsoon season is really something this year. 

There is another hurricane way out in the Atlantic that may be the next one we contend with.  This is the first time I have experienced such storms since I moved here. 
We are not in the flood zone, which is a blessing, but are prepared to lose power, and lots of trees and limbs.

Keep well.
We saw the damage that Charley did on the East Coast north of us with flooding.

Always, Barbara
P.S.  Had a delightful note from Betsy B.  Answered same.

Apparently they are really under the gun this hurricane season.

I went for my swim this afternoon. Howard and Honey Cyr arrived this afternoon. He, George Ashman and I lay on our towels and had a good talk. As I was doing my laps I thought I saw Fritz Williams talking with Howard Witham. Sure enough they came up for the afternoon without any warning. Belva was downtown shopping and Fritz got in his last swim in PMPA for the season. After I got home Belva arrived from her shopping jaunt. They went for and had the pizza for their supper. We sat with them in the bus stop after Fritz’s swim.

Tonight we had the salmon filet we got this morning at Giant that was on sale. I got the salmon cooked exactly right. It was juicy and tender. Queen prepared an ear of cut corn that she cut off the cob and cooked in water with some margarine and milk. She also had some of her coleslaw, and a small red potato each, a few grape tomatoes, and some low fat cottage cheese. Some cookies and a cup of coffee finished an excellent meal. Then we all sat on the front porch and talked. It was nice to see them again. They went back after 8 PM.

Friday, September 03, 2004 7:10 AM 57 deg at LVIA and 59.1 in the bus stop
The blood glucose this morning is 131, the weight 196.

We went for a walk and it was still foggy.
Someone sent me this picture of the old Palmerton Hospital. I suspect it has been colorized.

Queen wants to go to K Mart this morning.
<11:41 AM> We were down and back.
Queen stopped at the new grocery store on Delaware Avenue where Werley’s had been located and got some produce that Belva said looked nice.

got this from Marlene Bollinger. It speaks for itself:

The Real Restroom Story Only a woman will TRULY relate to this (andhusbands will better understand...)!
My mother was a fanatic about public bathrooms. When I was a little

girl, she'd take me into the stall, teach me to wad up toilet paper and

wipe the seat. Then, she'd carefully lay strips of toilet paper to cover

the seat. Finally, she'd instruct, "Never, NEVER sit on a public toilet

Then she'd demonstrate "The Stance," which consisted of balancing over

the toilet in a sitting position without actually letting any of your

flesh make contact with the toilet seat. By this time, I'd have wet down

my leg and we'd have to go home to change my clothes.

That was a long time ago. Even now, in my more "mature years, "The
Stance" is excruciatingly difficult to maintain, especially when one's
bladder is full.

When you have to "go" in a public bathroom, you usually find a line of

women that makes you think there's a half-price sale on Nelly's

underwear in there. So, you wait and smile politely at all the other
ladies, who are also crossing their legs and smiling politely. You get
closer and check for feet under the stall doors. Every one is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman
leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't
matter. The dispenser for the new fangled "seat covers" (invented by
someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse
on the door hook if there was one but there isn't - so you carefully but
quickly hang it around your neck (mom would turn over in her grave if
you put it on the FLOOR! - one because of the germs, two, someone will
steal it!!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance."

Ahhhh, relief. More relief. But then your thighs begin to shake.You'd
love to sit down but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or
lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance" as your thighs
experience a quake that would register an eight on the Richter scale. To
take your mind off of your trembling thighs, you reach for what you
discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can
hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you would have tried to
clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your

thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose

on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. That would have to
do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller
than your thumbnail. Someone pushes open your stall door because the

latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around
your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward
against the tank of the toilet.

"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your
precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle, and sliding down, directly
onto the insidious toilet seat. You bolt up quickly, knowing all too
well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every
imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never

laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken

time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly ashamed of you

if she knew, because you're certain that her bare bottom never touched a
public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what
kind of diseases you could get."

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so
confused that it flushes, sending up a stream of water akin to a
fountain that suddenly sucks everything down with such force that you
grab onto the toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged off to

China. At that point, you give up. You're soaked by the splashing water.

You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your
pocket, then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure
out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe

your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past a line of

women, still waiting, cross-legged and, at this point, no longer able to

smile politely.

One kind soul at the very end of the line points out that you are
trailing a piece of toilet paper on your shoe as long as the Mississippi
River! (Where was it when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your

shoe, plunk it the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just
might need this."

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has since entered, used and exited
the men's restroom and read a copy of War and Peace while waiting for
you. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse

hanging around your neck?

This is dedicated to women everywhere who have ever had to deal with a
public restroom (rest??? you've got to be kidding!!). It finally
explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers
their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom
in pairs. It's so the other woman can hold the door and hand you Kleenex
under the door.

Well, I had best bring this to a close for this week. It is off to the proofreader and then I shall put it on line.

Please love one another, Mom and Bob [Queen and Bobby]

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