European stereotypes

Recently enjoyed travel photos form Germany. So I noticed this online tooday: In heaven, the police are British, the chefs are French, the mechanics are German, the lovers are Italian, and everything is organized by the Swiss.

In hell, the police are German, the chefs are British, the mechanics are French, the lovers are Swiss, and everything is organized by the Italians.

one thanksgiving table

Thanksgiving Day we left West Eby Road to the other locals who held the fourth wedding of our road mates this fall, and we gathered with family at Charlotte Street. Here's the table Lois set, replete with fruit cocktail appetizer. Right before we sang a Brian Wren hymn ("for the fruit of all creation, thanks be to God") and prayed, we delighted in the colors of the oyster stuffing dish, the herb stuffing, the cranberries, celery, olives, succotash, broccoli, turkey at the very top, gravy, and sweet potatoes. Not visible is a succulent cranberry dip and other goodies, including pumpkin pies. Also, not visible, is discussion ranging from one end of civilized living to the other, and bonds of affection. Camera settings by Joel.

family guys out

For services rendered (moving furniture) by the guys on the left, Milton treated at House of Pizza, next to the police headquarters. We shared a big pizza and had a good time. We started eulogizing one of our aunts we heard had died, but turned out it was another person with the same name. Whoops! Milton was remembering the episode of making noise by pressing dry ice against her chrome bumper, who knows, 1951.

half marathon goes by

The Amish Country Half Marathon passed us today. A water stand was set up at the church with a three-piece band amping out pop/contemporary. The outhouses of Eby school were commandeered. As Saturday school German lessons apparently were no match to the excitement sneakering down the road, the teacher let everyone go and help hand out water or just enjoy the moment.