RED WHATCHA-MA-CALLITS

Across the Fence 



By Arvord Abernethy 

If you get to wanting to see some more of those tall red-topped whatcha-ma-callits like those that were at the telephone office flower bed, drive by the Bob Millers and look on the south side of the house. Bob has more time now since he has turned the paper over to the boys, so he has done some flower growing himself. He has a lot of marigolds and other things growing in a bed and around the border of his yard. Probably should give some of the credit to Mavis. 

Bob may say that he is retired, but I’ve noticed that he makes a full circle by the office nearly every day. 

About the time I retired and moved to town, a poem called “Song of the Lazy Farmer” came out in the Farmer-Stockman, it was on retiring and it fit me to a tee. My filing system isn’t very efficient so I can’t find it this morning. If I run across it someday, I’ll print it for the benefit of all you retirees

Shared by Roy Ables

ACROSS THE FENCE