by Normas Gene Young
Friends will be glad to know that Frank Finch is alright! His home was
not burned during the terrible fires in California, Their home in Simi
was far enough from the forest area that there was no damage. He and
his wife had been on an extended vacation-all the way to Tennessee-since
October, before the fires started, They eventually got to Lawton, last
Friday, where Frank's sister, Gertrude Firestone, lives, and she gave
him the word that a message from me was on her answering machine inquiring
Frank has a heart problem and diabetes, but sounded better than when
we talked a couple of times before the alumni reunion in July. They
are probably back home by now. This is good news for all the friends
who have inquired about them. I don't intend to try to collect from
him for all the phone calls I've made trying to locate him. I just thank
God they are all right!
My two daughters, two grandchildren, son-in-law, and my many grandcats
send me a lot of interesting things. I am well supplied with dinosaurs
of several sizes and descriptions, Elvis stuff, Maxine momentoes (including
a doll of her), and other items too numerous to mention.
A few years ago they favored me with a new Christmas record: "Grandma
Got Run Over By a Reindeer." You can imagine how thrilled I was
over that one.
I was watching Good Morning America last week and learned that the Grandma-Reindeer
tune was voted (in one of TV's famous polls) as the worst Christmas
song ever written.
Just to clear the air I want to explain how I feel about these many
Dinosaurs are okay, but three-foot-long green fuzzy ones? Well, you
can imagine. I apologize to Elvis fans who are probably out there, but
please ... I prefer Barry Manilow. Now Maxine, that sassy, skinny old
character with the blue hair and fuzzy pink houseshoes is just not me.
I don't have blue hair.
There's not much point to this story. I just wanted to relate to all
who may read this how well I am appreciated by my kids and cats. It's
a tough world, friends.