I suppose we don't look like avatars anymore to our granddaughter.
The last time (September) we were in St. Louis to see little Aubrey we had been reduced to communicating by means of a video call. When she saw us in person after a month of doing so it took her a while to warm up to us. Not so last weekend.
We played and had a great time. While Aubrey's mom and dad went shopping we had her all to ourselves. We decided to get adventuresome and take her out ourselves. She is a huge fan of Mickey Mouse and perks up when the Disney show comes on the television.
Between grandparents in Kennett, St. Louis and Nashville; as well as two sets of great-grandparents, and a doting aunt and uncle, you would think this kid would be covered up with Mickey Mouse toys. Not so. That became our mission last Saturday. We went to four different stores looking for a Mickey Mouse stuffed toy before finding success.
I'm just glad we found it at the fourth stop because the Disney retail store was next on the list and it was located way in toward downtown St. Louis. I wasn't looking forward to all that traffic on a Saturday afternoon, but yes, I was going to make the trip.
I made the comment to Aubrey's mom and dad that the smartest thing we could all be doing right now is putting that $10-20 we're spending on a toy into a savings account. Aubrey's GiGi told me to keep my opinion to myself, that college was being taken care of separately. Honestly, the kid's got so many clothes she has to wear three different outfits a day just to get them all in. I think we've already bought her high school prom dress. Rumor has it her grandparents in St. Louis have her cotillion outfit bought and are just waiting to see what sort of alterations might have to be done to it in a few years. Don't know about the Nashville contingent, but kinda hoping they will take care of her first car.
We did get to see Aubrey Paige take a step or two. Then Wednesday evening Adam called his mother and said Aubrey had taken several steps. He shot a video and sent it to us. I counted 10 steps before she dropped to her bottom. When she wants to get anywhere quickly she will still crawl, but I'm guessing that's not going to be the case much longer. Then look out.
We'll get to see her for a few hours over the Thanksgiving weekend and then her first birthday in December and, don't tell the St. Louis grandparents, but we're gonna have her for Christmas as well this year.
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Robbin Mitchell is celebrating the anniversary of her birth this weekend. The actual date is Saturday, Nov. 19. I could never forget Robbin's birthday and not just because her husband, Keith, usually reminds me. Not that I ever need reminding, mind you. That date just happens to be my wife's birthday as well, so there's no possible way I'm gonna forget Robbin's either.
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Questions to ponder as the turkey starts getting nervous.
Did anyone think the debt supercommittee was going to succeed? It was set up to fail from the start. Look for yet another temporary fix (until after the election?) to come out of the current debate.
Wouldn't you think one of the duties of a graduate assistant coach be to make sure the head football coach got home safe, if not sober?
How much money, if any, did Albert Pujols cost himself this season when his stats continued a three-year decline? I probably should have omitted this question because one of the local scribes told me to expect an announcement by the weekend that "The Machine" will resign with the Cardinals.
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A somewhat timely missive from the archives this week.
"Wednesday might have been Friday, the 13th, for all Chief S. R. Longgear of the Kennett Fire Department knew after he responded to an alarm Wednesday morning to extinguish a blaze on North Jackson Street. For that little blaze resulted in the destruction of two houses and serious damage to the big Kennett fire truck
"At approximately 11 o'clock on Wednesday morning the fire department received a call to come to the 'end of Jackson Street.' Since that was not sufficient information, the chief and the truck were held up until they could get information as to whether the fire was on North or South Jackson. It was finally confirmed, after a delay of about two minutes, that the fire was reported from North Jackson and the truck left...
"Chief Longgear drove up in front of the blazing house and began to swing in a wide circle while Fireman Tom Benson dropped off at the scene of the blaze with the nozzle. The truck, had it returned to the plug, would have strung the hose to the hydrant and been ready to start pumping.
"Hard luck dogged the chief's tracks. The heavy 6-ton truck never completed the circle. With spinning wheels the truck sank into a sand hole from which it could not be extricated and the blazing house was less than 20 feet away.
"When it was found the truck could not be pulled out the second smaller Dodge truck was called and it hooked up to the hydrant ... one fire-demolished house was saved as was the fire truck."
Vivian Helton, the DDD's unofficial, but much appreciated historian, found that story on page one of the Friday, November 26, 1937 edition of the newspaper.
A lot has changed when it comes to fighting fires over the last 64 years. I was out at the country club for about an hour Monday night (Tuesday morning). Even though the building was "fully engulfed" (assistant chief David Horton's comment to me at the scene) by the time the first units arrived the precision with which the firefighters worked and coordinated at least three pumper trucks making water runs was impressive to watch.
Bud Hunt is regional vice
president, publisher of the
Daily Dunklin Democrat, Daily Statesman, Delta News-Citizen, Missourian-News and
North Stoddard Countian.