My story

My earliest remembrance was that

My earliest remembrance was that of handing my mother a spring beauty Claytonia virginica at age three. I haven’t stopped since. My Ph.D. advisor told me I’ve never had a student like you (and parenthetically added) And I don’t really think I want another. Go Blue! (UofM) My family consists of a wastrel nephew and a black alley cat with kitten (all three bite the hand that feed them). I have one very dear friend (on this list I may add) who means as much to me as life itself. I don’t have a job (I teach college once in a while – that ain’t work) but rather have my life’s work set out before me – I collect plants, most recently in the Sudan for deep-pocketed pharmaceutical companies that pay on time. I live in what passes for a house, actually a book depository (maybe 20,000 books and scientific journals – give or take a couple thousand). I have a motto, If you have money – buy books, if you any left over – buy food. My hobby is folklore, I love to talk to old geezers, women from the old country (where ever that is – the old country not on my map) and mountain men. I have lots of friends when there is hay to bale, people to pull out of ditches at 3 AM or identify plants. God has blessed me beyond belief, who could be a true-life Peter Pan and Huck Finn rolled into one.

Why was I on the old list? – I stood in awe of those brave women who conquered these horrendous problems and the sage advice given by fellow frugalites. I loved the sense of community – the coming of to the aid of each other. The list taught me that people do suffer.

Finally a word on the old list! When the closing was announced I couldn’t sleep and was just about ready to unload both barrels at once – I drew back at the simple suggestion of my good friend. I honestly do not think that we knew what this list was. It wasn’t paper towels three rolls for a dollar at the flashing blue light or how do you get cockleburs Xanthium strumarium out of long hair. The old list was more, a whole lot more. It was the place to find refuge from your kids, having grown weary of hearing Well, why can’t I for the hundreth time as they huff and puff cranking their necks like a turkey or solace from the hubby who says, hunney, can you get this transmission fluid out of my Sunday shirt? Our list was a rock, a still point in a crazy spinning world. That’s why it hurt!

We have a wonderful moderator – I like how she beta tested the site, how she tried negotiations up to the end. I know she’ll do a good job.

Does anybody remember the commercial (I think beer) in which a lizard and a frog were commisurating about losing their commercial contract to the ferret. Anyhow, one of the two says, Let it go Louie to which his partner exclaims, But it ain’t fair his response Let it go Louie

My suggestion Let it go guys….Let it go….

PS Remember the final words in O. Henry’s Gift of the Magi. If we have nothing else, at least we have each other. (Err know where O.Henry wrote it? Here in Ohio, at one of our finer institutions yes Ohio State, but only half right, not THE Ohio State University (they are so proud of that THE as though it were the only college in the state) but THE Ohio State Penitentiary.

Let it go Louie…..let it go……