LUNCH BUNCH TUESDAY, OCTOBER 11, 2011

 

When the present seems to have lost its promise

When the future seems tapered and uncertain

The past acquires an enviable luster.

 

Isn't that the truth?  This was sent to me by Carl Factor who knows what a fantastic past we enjoyed as children and young adults.

 

On this beautiful fall day we had 18 of our classmates present for lunch.

 

Martin, Joann and I arrived about 30 minutes late due to a tanker overturning the night before at the 270/161 exit spilling 4500 gallons of gasoline everywhere.

 

The good news is that we did not hear any bad news today at the lunch.  We had a nice small group with plenty of time to chat.

 

Gerald Roberts has not been present for the last three months, so we will call him to see how his California trip went and to let him know we miss him.  Hopefully, he and David and Delores will be present next month.

 

Joann and I had a nice chat with Marlene Rushay.  Marlene was telling us about some very good books she has read.  So for anyone interested here are the books she recently has read and enjoyed.  "In the Garden of Beasts" by Erik Larson, and "Devil in the White City" by Erik Larson.  Also a series of forensic pathology books similar to Patricia Cornwall's books.  Author:  Kathy Reichs.  Thanks, Marlene.

 

Joann Patterson went with us today and is doing well after her surgery.  Joann, Barbara, Cornelia and I are going to the Kelton House Museum tomorrow for a tea, so Cornelia must be feeling well after her heart attack and the placement of two stents.

 

I hope to see all of you next month on Tuesday, November 8 at the Golden Corral at 11:30 AM.

 

Martha K. Cannon

 

"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made.  The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.  And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November"
-   Eric Sloane