Iris Grogan celebrates 85 years
Did you know…that the average person speaks about 31,500 words per day?
Virginia Burgher went to Wessington Springs Friday, April 5, where she accompanied Abby Breitling at the grades 5-8 vocal contest. Abby did a great job singing her rendition of “When You Wish Upon a Star.” She really put her heart and soul into her singing.
Everyone believed in the Middle Ages, as Aristotle had, that the heart was the seat of intelligence.
Iris Grogan had her 85th birthday Friday, April 5. On Saturday, April 6, a birthday celebration was held in Iris’ honor from 2 to 4 at The Virginian. The party was hosted by her children, Sandra and Lee Klitzke, Aberdeen; Jerry and Connie Grogan, Huron; and Barry and Tamie Grogan, Miller. They served cake made by Janice Erfman, ice cream, candy and mixed nuts, and coffee. Several residents from the Manor attended, as well as other family members and friends. Iris received cards, gifts, birthday balloons and several bouquets of flowers. Prior to the birthday celebration, a family dinner was held.
Here is a cold, hard fact: Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.
We were happy to welcome Rose Danburg back. Rose had been in the hospital, and we hope she continues to feel better. Mary Alice Vaughn was back in her apartment for about a week, but now she is back in the hospital. We hope she feels better and is back home soon.
My last bit of trivia is about Lyndon B. Johnson. He was the first president of the United States to wear contact lenses.
This week’s humor comes from the February/March 2013 issue of “Country” magazine. It is entitled “One Balmy Day,” and was submitted by Daris Howard, St. Anthony, Idaho.
Arriving at the farm supply store, I found that my favorite salve was on sale, but there was none on the shelf. I approached a new gal at the checkout to ask if there was more in the back.
She asked the name of it and picked up the intercom microphone.
“Bag Balm,” I said.
She stared at me, so I figured she needed more information and added, “You have the small size, and you have Udderly Smooth and Udder Butter, but I wanted the super-size Bag Balm.”
The cashier put down the microphone and gave me a hard glare. “You’re kidding, right? You’re making these names up.”
“No,” I said earnestly. “I really need some Bag Balm.”
She called for a stocker, a seasonal employee who knew just what I was talking about and fetched my salve without batting an eye. The cashier looked at the jar with wide eyes for a moment, then rang me up. As I was leaving the store, an old cowboy came up with a question about another skin soother.
“What’s it called?” the cashier asked.
“Monkey Butt Powder,” he replied.
“When I can do nothing else, it is enough to have picked up a straw for the love of God.” ~ Brother Lawrence