Christmas Countdown & Blessings

Christmas Countdown & Blessings

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Look out! Oh, no! Whoa!

The amount of holiday mail is unbelievable this year. I’m Kim Dunworthy and I work for the Shady Pines post office. No kidding. We have our hands full – literally! Getting everything delivered on time is a real challenge. But we’re up to it.

Here’s the best part. Everyone knows we’re living in difficult times. But while I’m out making deliveries, I talk to our neighbors. This year, more than most, they’re counting their blessings.

All The News 

Take Zulah Talmadge for example. Our hard working editor of The Shady Pines Gazette is out reporting everyday on how our town is coping during this pandemic. When I delivered the mail to her office yesterday she told me about all the prople who have thanked her for doing such a good job. It really made her feel good. Isn’t that nice? She says she’s so grateful.

Get The Scoop

The same thing could be said for Scoop the Cub Reporter. That red headed teenager goes above and beyond the call of duty. I see him out in all sorts of weather reporting on everything. After a big storm, there he is telling us about power outtages and clean up efforts. Or, he’s down at Town Hall letting us know what the mayor has in mind for school closings and stuff like that. Why, I once saw him interviewing a group of folks who didn’t want the big oak tree on Main Street to be torn down. He’s says he’s so lucky to be a reporter. He feels it’s a privilege to make sure people feel their voices are being heard.

His Honor

Of course, the most influential voice in town is that of Mayor Beauregard P. Fibbs. He’s quite a character. I asked him the other day as I was dropping off a package what he likes about being mayor. He thought for a moment. Then he told me that serving others is a wonderful way to spend each day. He said it’s not the big speeches or the parades that matter. He feels good when he can do something to improve the life of a person or a family in need. He showed me the stack of Thank You letters he’s recieved. After reading some of them, I see what he means.

Centered Activities

Over at the Community Center I drop off a whole stack of mail for Rita Mallena. As the center’s director, she’s been switching up activities like crazy trying to make sure most of them can be done on line. Teachers at nearby Shady Pines Elementary School have been doing the same. Rita says she’s had so much help from an army of volunteers. By coordinating with the school she’s been able to keep kids entertained and engaged in ways she would never have thought up on her own. I think I saw tears in her eyes as she explained how grateful she is to everyone who has helped her this year.

What a Doggone Year

A happy family hugging their petsI know the Sanders family will have a thing or two to say. As I park in front of their home on Dogwood Drive across from Copy Cat Lane, I hear voices laughing out back. Harold and Edna are playing with their dog, Boomerang, while their cat, Halley’s Comet, sits on the picnic table trying to ignore them. I hand them a fistful of envelopes and ask how they’re doing. Harold says he’s more grateful than ever for the things he used to taked for granted. Friends and family take on new meaning now. Edna says she’s found new purpose volunteering with food drives and the ‘Give A Kid A Coat’ campaign. Mostly, they say, they have more tolerance and compassion knowing that everyone is hurting in some way.  For more, check out Boomer and Halley Books

A Parting Thought

That’s the thing. We all may feel isolated at times; even depressed. I know I’ve had days when I thought, “will I get through this?” 2020 has been a really tough year. And, we don’t always know what other people are going through, do we? Here’s a video about being grateful from the sensational Emmy Award-winning vocal group Pentatonix called, THANK YOU.

So as I finish up my rounds today, I want to deliver this message that my mom told to me. Take time to cherish the people in your life. Time is precious. Count your blessings and be thankful for the good things you do have. Be kind, even when it’s hard. Give people the benefit of the doubt and hope they will do the same for you.

Oh, no, I running late. Merry Christmas! See you soon!

Shady Pines Letters to Santa

Shady Pines Letters to Santa

Writing to Santa Claus

It’s that time of year folks! Kids all over Shady Pines are writing to Santa and letting him know what they want for Christmas. I’m Scoop the Cub reporter from The Shady Pines Gazette. Breaking NewsIt’s so cool that my editor, Zulah Talmadge, gave me this assignment.  I get a kick outta seeing what the kids write.

Our newspaper is encouraging adults to write letters this year, too. We’re going to have prizes for some of the best letters we get.

I think a few have already come in to our office here on Main Street. Let me go check the mail. Oh, good. Here’s one from Edna Sanders. She’s so nice. Let’s see what she has to say.

  “Dear Santa, how are you? Because of the pandemic, this has been a tough year for our family like so many others. Harold and our kids, Boomerang A happy family hugging their petsand Halley’s Comet are  counting our blessings. Harold’s Nuts ‘N Bolts hardware store has stayed busy enough that he didn’t have to lay off any of his employees. I’ve been able to volunteer and help out neighbors in need. In addition to our ongoing food drive, we just started collecting toys and warm winter coats. Boomer and Halley are still fussing at each other, which is normal. This Christmas I’m asking you to remind us to keep the spritit of Christmas in our hearts even in these difficult times.    Love, Edna Sanders.”

Scoop finishes reading Edna’s letter. He hadn’t thought about the year quite that way. It has been hard to focus on the good when there’s been so much bad news. Edna’s right. There are a lot of folks in Shady Pines who are doing great work in the community spreading kindness and helping out others.

Oh, this should be interesting. It’s from Boomer. Just what does this Australian Shepherd want from Santa?

“Dear Santa, It’s me, Boomerang. I saw my mom writing to you. I bet she didn’t tell you what I want this year. I think I’ve been pretty good. I mean I live with that aggravatin’ cat so I do lose it sometimes. But, if you can fit it on your sleigh, I’d really like new chewy bones and some more tennis balls. I like to chase after them. Sometimes I try to get a bone and two tennis balls in my mouth at the same time. I did it once! Okay. That’s about it. See ya, Boomer”

Scoop sits back in his chair and shakes his head. That herding dog tries to be all tough and everything, but he’s really a good guy. Very kind to everyone. Still, the sibling rivalry between Boomer and his sister is legendary around here. That’s probably why our local author, Mary Jane McKittrick, writes books about them. Oh, wow. Speaking of Halley, here’s a letter from her!

  “Dear, Santa. I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Halley’s Comet. Some people call me a silver streak of a cat. I live in Shady Pines with my wonderful parents, Harold and Edna. I have been very good this year. I know that because I haven’t been as mean to Boomer as I could be. I even got along with him that one time. Anyway, if you could, I need a new squeaky toy. And, can you bring more of those special kitty treats that I like? Oh, and more tuna would be good, too. Thank you, Halley.”

This one makes Scoop chuckle. That Halley is such a princess.  She is classy, that’s for sure, and tough. She doesn’t take any guff from anyone – especially not from Boomer. But get her alone, and Halley is really sweet and loveable.

Here’s another letter. This one is from Mark Cahill. He’s only 5 years old. I can’t wait to read this one.

“Dear Santa, I am a good boy. I am nice to my little brother. I want Legos, Star Wars, and some surprises. I will leave cookies for you and applesauce for the reindeer. I like elves very much. Thank you, Mark.

Scoop smiles as he reads Mark’s letter. He tries to remember what he asked Santa to bring when he was 5 years old. Nope. Nothing comes to him. But one thing’s for sure. Mark is a kind kid.

Okay. Let’s find out who else has taken the time to send a letter. Ah, this one’s from Clara Miller. I think she’s 8, maybe 9 years old this year. I’m not really sure.

“Dear Santa, I hope you get this. I don’t know where the North Pole is. Do you really go around the world in one night? If you can do that, will you get my mom well? She’s really sick. I want some toys, but I want her home more. My dad is so scared. Please help us Santa.”

Scoop just looks at Clara’s letter with its scribbled hand writing. He takes a deep breath. A lot of families in Shady Pines have been affected by Covid 19. We’ve been reporting about it all year. Clara’s mom has been hospitalized for the past month. Neighbors have been doing what they can to support Clara, her dad and her brother. 

This one’s from Rita Mallena. Let’s find out what our Community Center Director has on her mind.

  “Dear, Santa. I’m writing to you for all the boys and girls who love coming to the Center and aren’t able to do that right now. Normally, we’d be getting ready for our annual Christmas party. The kids from the Shady Pines Elementary School next door  always look forward to the meal, the singing, the games and the present exchange. It’s a really fun time for the children and their parents. Santa, my wish this year is that we will be able to have gatherings like that again very soon. In the meantime, please make sure everyone stays safe and healthy this holiday season. All the best, Rita.”

Scoop puts Rita’s letter back in the envelope. Geez. If all the letters that come into the Gazette office are as good as this batch, it’s going to be hard to pick winners. Just wondering, what would your letter to Santa say this year? Please let us know and leave a comment below!

Gettin’ Out The Vote in Shady Pines

Gettin’ Out The Vote in Shady Pines

Let’s Vote!
You know the 2020 election is just days away when you see Boomer and Halley gettin’ out the vote. That’s our local author Mary Jane McKittrick behind the wheel of Harold Sanders’ truck. He calls his ‘ole jalopy, “Bolts,”  ’cause he owns the Nuts ‘N Bolts harware store on Main Street.

I’ll tell you a little more about why Mary Jane and those two critters are out and about in just a minute. You may see them. They’ll be driving all over town in the coming days.

I’m Zulah Talmadge editor of The Shady Pines Gazette. Let me tell you, Scoop, the Cub Reporter and I have our hands full right about now. Folks are really fired up about this year’s election. Why, the phones have been ringing like crazy here in the news office! People are asking all kinds of questions about where and how to vote.

It’s too late to vote by mail, so everyone’s either putting their ballots in an official drop off box or voting in person.

In fact, you can see our neighbors waiting in long lines in front of the Community Center. That’s our largest polling place. Some people drive a whole bunch of miles just to get here to vote.

We hear the same thing is happening in nearby River City and all across the country. Election officials say they are seeing more people than ever getting involved in early voting. Look at all those people! And just think, Election Day (Tuesday, November 4th) is still a ways off. We haven’t seen this much excitment about an election since our mayoral election in Shady Pines a few years back.

Where’s Our Money Mayor?

In case you’ve forgotten, or haven’t hear about it, let me refresh your memory. Our mayor, Beauregard P. Fibbs, was causing people to wonder what he was doing with the town’s money. When we pay our taxes each year, that money goes to make repairs to roads and all sorts of stuff. After awhile, folks started seeing paint peeling off the town buildings, big holes in the streets and there was no money to keep the Dog Park open or run the carousel in Stonewall Park. But our mayor had brand new office furniture and his wife was driving a new car.

Well, as you could imagine, that got folks all riled up. So they held a meeting at Town Hall.  Before you could ask, “What Just Happened?,” our neighbors decided Edna Sanders should run for mayor against Beaureguard.

Edna’s husband, Harold, wasn’t at the meeting. Edna says he was just plumb shocked when she came home with the news. Before he knew it, the family kitchen had become election central. And those two four-legged kids, Boomer and Halley, were all excited that they were running for public office. Although, I’m quite sure they had no idea what that meant.

Well, when our local author, Mary Jane, heard that Boomer and Halley’s mom was running for mayor, she had to start writing about it. Edna was the Common Sense Party candidate and Beau represented the Gimme Party.

It was the biggest thing to happen to Shady Pines in a long time. There were fundraising events, barbeques and speeches. Everybody got involved. I won’t tell you how the election turned out. You’ll have to read about it in Mary Jane’s book. (GO HERE TO FIND OUT MORE)

I can tell you that the kids around here got a first hand look at how a town can come together to solve its own problems. And that’s what it took. We’d gotten ourselves into a bit of a mess and we cleaned it up by working as one big team.

Being accountable for our actions and taking responsibility when we make a mistake are lessons we took away from that experience. And you know what? You’re never too young to learn stuff like that.

Since that time, Mary Jane teams up with Boomer and Halley for each election to remind all of us to get involved and vote. It’s our civic duty and it can be fun, too!

Batten Down the Hatches

Batten Down the Hatches

Batten down the hatches it’s coming! Oh sure, it’s calm in Shady Pines right now. But if the folks who forecast the weather are right, later this evening the small Southern town could be dealing with a hurricane.

‘Ole Tropical Storm Isaias is battering the Florida coast and heading this way. It’s expected to pick up steam and get even stronger by the time it arrives.

Living in the South means you get used to dealing with strong storms. When you live anywhere close to the Atlantic Ocean or Gulf of Mexico during hurricane season, it’s stomething you learn to expect from June ’til the end of November.

But this year, with a pandemic and all, it’s just the kind of thing no one needs.

Over on Dogwood Drive across from Copy Cat Lane, Edna Sanders is getting ready. She’s already put all the back and front porch furniture into the garage so they won’t blow away.

Next, she makes sure to pick up the planters with thier beautiful flowers and bring them inside, too.

“I sure don’t want to see anything happen to them,” says Edna to herself.” It  seems like this Isaias fellow is something we need to take seriously.”

While she’s doing all this, her Australian Shepherd dog, Boomerang, follows her around.

“Boom, are trying to help?

At the sound of his name, the sweet dog drops he bone he’d been carrying around and looks right at her. He wags his bobbed tail.

“Ruff!”

Edna laughs. “That’s what I thought. She reaches down and gives him a big hug. “You are the best helper a gal could ever want. What do you say we go into the kitchen? I need to make a list of the food, water, and other supplies we’re going to need.”

As Edna and her faithful companion enter the kitchen, Edna looks around. “Boomer, where’s Halley? I don’t think I’ve seen her in hours.” Just then, a silver and white cat jumps down from her window seat and strolls across the room. Halley’s Comet rubs against Edna’s leg, a sure sign she wants some attention. Edna picks her up and hugs and kisses her.

“There you are,” says Edna. “I knew you had to be around here somewhere.”

Boomer growls gently.

“Oh, keep quiet you overgrown furball,” says Halley.

“Halley, you are such a pain. Mom and I have been working to get ready for the storm. And what have you done to help? Nothing.”

“Boomer, you know darn well that I will pitch in when the time comes.”

“And what time will that be, exactly?” asks Boomer.

“When it’s the right time.” says Halley.

Edna’s husband, Harold, owns the Nuts ‘N Bolts hardware store on Main Street downtown. He left for work early this morning knowing it would be busy with people grabbing last-minute items.

They’ll nee flash lights, batteries, coolers for ice, that sort of thing.

The phone rings at the counter. One of the guys who works there picks it up. “Hey Harold, it’s for you. Edna’s calling.”

Harold is busy stocking shelves. “OK. I’ll be right there, George.”

Harold puts the last extension chord on the shelf and walks over to the phone. “Hi, honey. Everything all right?”

Normally, Edna doesn’t call on days when she knows he’s really busy. So Harold is a little bit worried.

“Everything’s fine, sweetie. I’m just finishing getting dressed and I thought I’d drop by for a minute. I’ve put together a list of things I’d like for you to bring home from the store,” says Edna.

Harold is relieved. “Oh, sure. That’s fine. I’ll see you when I see you.”

“Harold, I was planning to leave Boomer with you while I take Halley grocery shopping with me. Is that all right?” asks Edna.

Harold smiles. “Of course it is. You know how much I love to have my buddy with me at the store. He’ll be a nice distraction for all the customers who are getting a bit anxious about this storm,” says Harold.

“He does have a way of calming people down, doesn’t he?”

“Edna, I have to go. Someone needs me. I’ll see you when you get here.”

“See you in a bit,” says Edna.

And with that, Edna heads out to the garage where her car, Sweet Pea, is waiting for them. She has Halley in her travelling crate. She puts that in the back seat and secures it with a seatbelt. Next, she guides Boomer to sit on the floor in front of the passenger seat. With both animals safe and in their places, they’re ready to go.

“All right kids,” says Edna. “Our first stop is the hardware store, then to Fred’s Corner Grocer.”

For a moment, Edna pauses. Did she bring her list? Edna always has lists of one thing or another. But on a day like this, she wants to be extra sure.

“Oh, good here it is. All the things we’ll need to get before the storm hits. Here we go!”

Want to see what’s on Edna’s list and know what you need to prepare for a large storm? This is even more complete than Edna’s:  Hurricane Guide

***We’ll have more on what happens after the storm next time. Stay Tuned. 

Doggone Hot in Shady Pines

Doggone Hot in Shady Pines

BEATING THE HEAT WITH SUMMERTIME FUN

The curtains move gently from the open windows in the Sanders house on Dogwood Drive.

Big ‘ole fans in the ceiling whirr ‘round and ‘round, and a little more of a summer breeze sure would be welcome. It’s another hot, humid day in Shady Pines.

In the kitchen, Edna Sanders pops her latest batch of chocolate chip cookies from the oven. “Perfect for desert,” she thinks. Next, she looks through her favorite recipes. “Oh, fiddlesticks. It’s hard to come up with ideas when it’s this hot,” Edna mutters under her breath. “I have no clue what to make for supper.”

Boomerang, the Australian Shepherd dog, lies on the cool tile floor, gently panting.

Edna gets up to put more water in his bowl. “It already feels like the dog days of summer, doesn’t it, Boomer? It’s tough on you with your beautiful thick coat.” As she leans down to pat him, Edna thinks about her cat, Halley’s Comet.

“I wonder where she is,” says Edna. “By golly, I might know. She makes her way down the hall to the bathroom near the front door. Edna quietly pushes the door open and sees the grey and white cat wrapped up in a ball sleeping in the sink. “She’s so smart. That’s probably the coolest place she could find.”

Just then, Edna has one of her ideas. “Ooooh, that just might work. I need to call Harold.”

Edna’s husband, Harold Sanders, is at work at his Nuts ‘N Bolts hardware store downtown. On Saturday the store closes at noon. Right now, Harold is walking up and down the isles with a clipboard checking supplies. “I can always tell when there’s a heat spell,” he thinks to himself. “We sure sell a lot of fans, garden hoses, wall thermometers, and those sorts of things.”

As he makes notes on what to re-order, his cell phone rings. “Hi Honey, what’s up?”

Edna is happy she reached him. “Harold, I have an idea.”

Harold sits down. “Oh, boy. It’s not going to be like the last time, is it?”

Edna frowns. “Harold Sanders. You know perfectly well the bake-off worked out just fine in the end.”

Harold chuckles. “Yes, but the repairs to the stove and the new fire alarm units were a bit – unexpected.”

Edna shrugs. “Yes, well, this is not that. What do you say we get the kiddie pool from the garage and let Boomer and Halley play in the water to cool off?”

That’s something Harold hadn’t considered. “Huh. OK. Except, do you really think Halley will go for this? I mean, she is a cat after all.”

“Don’t you worry. I have a plan, ”Edna says.

Harold shakes his head. “All right. We’ll give it a shot. I’ll be home soon.”

Edna is excited. “Great. I’ll get everything ready. It’ll be fun. You’ll see!”

Harold stares at the phone. “Uh-huh. Love you.”

Edna smiles and says, “Love you, too.”

                           DRINK LIQUIDS ON A HOT DAY

Oh, boy. There are things to do. Edna makes a list. First, she’ll make some lemonade. Besides water, one can never have too many cold drinks available on a day like this.

Cold. That’s it. “Next, I’ll whip up a pasta salad with vegetables and some of that leftover roast chicken from last night. I can put in the refrigerator until we need it. “Boomer, buddy, I just figured out dinner. Plus, you and Halley can have some of the chicken, too!”

Boomer wags his tail and barks. Sounds good to him.

As soon as the drinks and the big bowl of pasta salad are finished, Edna moves on to the next step.

She hesitates for a moment. “Maybe I should put on my swim suit. No, I’ll just change into some shorts and a tee-shirt.”

Later, as she heads for the door leading from the kitchen to the back yard, Edna makes sure that the doggie door is open. Halley! Boomer and I are going outside! C’mon Boom.”

Boomer can’t resist shouting. “C’mon, Halley. You snooze you lose!”

Halley is already on her way. The noise and smells from the kitchen had gotten her attention. “Oh, for goodness sakes, you overgrown fur ball, I can hear you.”

The Sanders backyard is fenced with big, beautiful shade trees and lots of grass. Edna is especially proud of her flower garden with its different kinds of roses. But right now, Edna is looking for the hose. She wants to make sure it is hooked up and ready to go.

“We’ll need this to fill up the kiddie pool once Harold hauls it out here for us.”

Boomer scouts the backyard, trying to find the bone he buried. Halley watches a squirrel that is eating nuts up on one of the lower branches of the tree near the house.

“Halley, do you remember where I put that bone?” asks Boomer.

“Pipe down will you, Boomer?” hisses Halley. “The bone’s in your mouth. Can’t you see I’ve got a bead on this critter?”

Boomer comes flying. “What critter?” When the squirrel sees the dog running, it races away.

Halley gives him one of her looks. “Really? You didn’t see the squirrel?” Boomer grins at her. “Nope.”

Meanwhile, Edna untangles the hose. “Oh, good it already has a nozzle on it.”Bored with Halley, Boomerang wants to see what Edna is doing. “I’m going over there.” Halley will not be left behind. “Me, too.”Edna sets the nozzle down and goes to turn on the water. “OK kids. Let’s make sure it’s working, shall we?” Edna turns the water on full force just as Boomer arrives and sniffs the nozzle. Halley is close behind. In a matter of seconds, water is rushing through the hose with a lot of power.

There’s just one problem. Edna didn’t realize the nozzle was locked in the open position. Before you could yell, “there she blows,” the nozzle takes off like a rocket, snakes around in the air in a crazy, whirly, swirly, whirlwind and sprays water in every direction.

OUT OF CONTROL!

Edna tries to grab it but misses. Water is spraying in every direction. The only thing Edna can do is scurry back and turn off the water.

All she remembers hearing is the loud barking of a dog and a cat screaming.

That’s when Harold arrives. He bursts through the back door and surveys the scene. His wife is drenched from head to toe, his dog is sopping wet and hiding in the bushes. His cat is up in the tree trying desperately to lick herself dry.

“Edna, honey, are you OK?”

Edna pushes wet hair out of her eyes. Her tee-shirt and shorts drip with water, and her flip flops splish and splosh as she walks towards him. “I don’t think we’ll need the kiddie pool just yet.”

“I think you’re right!” He walks over to Boomerang and puts out his hand. “Boomer. Boy. Come here. You’re OK.”

Two, big, brown eyes blink and look out from the brush. Slowly Boomerang comes out of hiding and puts his head into Harold’s hands.

“Oh, my,” says Harold in a soothing voice. “You’re fine, big boy. You’re fine.”

Halley looks down from her perch. “You’re a mess, Boomer. But you’re not hurt, are you?”

Boomer looks up and sees her way up in the tree. “I’m OK. But this shows you are the ultimate scaredy cat.”

“Am not.”

“Are, too.”

Edna joins in. “Oh Boomer, I’m so sorry I scared you. You, too, Halley,” she calls out. “Harold, we’re gonna need a bunch of towels, and a whole lot of tuna if we expect to get Halley out of that darn tree!”

It’s late afternoon now and the shadows in the backyard grow longer. A nice breeze causes the wind chime made of spoons to sing. The wooden table with blue and red checkered napkins is set. Here we find Harold and Edna enjoying their pasta salad, crusty bread, and sipping on lemonade.

Two bowls are set out on placemats on the ground. One bowl says, Boomer and the other says, Halley. Both are filled with their regular dry food, plus a few pieces of chicken.

“Mine has more than yours,” says Boomer.

“Does not,” says Halley.

“Does, too.”

Harold is relaxed for the first time. Edna has changed into a short-sleeved summer dress. Harold figures it’s safe to ask. “So, exactly what did happen with the hose?”

“Well, it all started when…,” Edna begins. Boomer is lying in the shade, chewing on a new bone, and Halley snoozes in the seat of a lawn chair on a lovely evening in the small Southern town of Shady Pines.

***WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO STAY COOL THIS SUMMER? LET US KNOW IN THE COMMENT SECTION BELOW!