Standing room only at the Auburn Historical Society. Well, standing room after the seats were filled, which they were for the pot luck that preceded the program. Several people did stand the whole hour, including me – but I always stand when performing so it didn’t bother me.
Whenever
a room gets full like that, we worry about the fire department. Pretty sure this hall in the basement
of the Historical Society wasn’t overloaded, but my friend Chris reminded me of
a town meeting in Candia that was so crowded the legality was questionable.
Someone suggested that if the fire chief left the problem would be solved. I
guess probably he did.
Which just goes to show, as a first grade teacher once said to me, “There is no problem that cannot be solved.” One way or another.
David Griffin – 91 years old, library trustee, cemetery caretaker, amazing wit and storyteller – was present and accounted for, along with two of his daughters and their husbands. David’s the man who changed my life last year. In this very hall, I told a story that was just slightly off color. “I hope I didn’t offend anyone,” I said. David said, “If they were offended, they can just go home!”
Friday night we were talking about the Hurricane of ‘38. David was working at the Mount Washington Hotel during the big blow. “The first night,” he said, “they wanted candlelight. The second night they had to have it.” That’s David, below, on the left, in the red, yellow and green suspenders.
Aren’t they a happy looking bunch? Even the ones who had to stand the whole time. Good sports, I say.
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