Loose ends — I have many since penning the first Small Talk column in 1997. Each elicits responses via email, Facebook, telephone, in restaurants and store aisles. I feel blessed. Every now and then, I dip into the old mailbag and acknowledge some of those comments and column suggestions. It’s time.
Les Bradford, who illustrated my last children’s book, writes far more entertaining emails than I, and someday, perhaps he’ll give me permission to publish all of those daily missives. I just grabbed one from Aug. 18. It begins, “Did you ever look at yourself in a spoon? As I drove on the Northway, heading home from camp this evening, Helga asked me that question. You never know what Helga might ask. She was sitting there looking at the reflection of her face in the potato salad spoon. She then launched into how she was upside down on one side of the spoon, but right side up on the other. The pure scientific revelation of it was amazing.”
Of course, I had to grab a spoon from the silverware drawer and test it out. Helga deserves the Nobel Prize for spoon science.
A column about an itinerant poet named Herbert H. Dewey from Cadyville brought responses from all who remembered him, including family members, along with others who enjoyed reading about him. One note from Jane Dewey Marshall, who said she is the “baby” of the family, recalled, “I can remember when my dad first started writing and we were so surprised, as he said the thoughts just came to him, especially at night.”
Kathy Baughn, daughter of 89-year-old Merlyn Dewey, who is the son of Herb Dewey, said her father is a chip off the old block and loves to “tell funny stories of the old days back on the farm.” She added, “Of their family of six, two of his sisters besides Dad are still surviving. The sisters, Jane and Joyce, live in Pennsylvania and Florida, respectively.”