Two stories about the Hurricane of ‘38, a topic that never gets old. “I was four years old,” George told me. “And what I remember of the Hurricane of ‘38 was it blew all the clothes off the line. It blew all my clothes away. I was worried about having no clothes.”
Mary Jenkins recalled the hurricane took down a 200-year-old elm tree, and that it just missed her mother’s 200-year-old house.
Still in Chocorua (those folks sure had a lot of stories – I hardly had to open my mouth!), they told about William James, brother to Henry James, and how William had a home in town. A Harvard man, William was determined to master the art of Yankee negotiations. Off he went looking for a horse. He found a man with a horse for sale. “How much do you want for that horse?” William James asked.
“How much do you have?”
“A hundred fifty dollars.”
“Well,” says the Yankee, “that’s the price.”
William James returned with the horse, some proud of his negotiating.
Reminds me of a couple of Mexican police and two traffic stops.
Posted by: Marie | March 17, 2009 at 03:02 PM
Marie:
You make me smile.
Becky
Posted by: rebecca Rule | March 19, 2009 at 09:26 AM