I was in Home Depot shopping for a bedroom light. I happened to notice an older
couple just down the aisle, looking up at the selection of ceiling fans.
She was the personification of a New England lady- prim and proper. Her
modest dress was buttoned up as far as the buttons would go and the little bit
of lace at the top tickled her chin. She held her small purse properly in front
of her at her waist, in dainty, gloved hands. Her hairdo was exactly like
everyone elseís that patronizes any small town beauty shop: round. If you
knocked on it Iím certain it would not move, but might echo. Iím equally as
certain she must play the pipe organ in the All Souls Congregational Church
downtown and pumps the pedals with those same sensible shoes.
He wore a typical mill uniform: green with a stitched nametag. His shirttails
were tucked in neatly, his brown work boots were worn, but clean. Just the
smallest pudge of belly showed below his brown belt.
With a voice as ladylike and sweet as Sunday morning she said, "That one
He took his unlit pipe out of his mouth and eyed the fan she indicated. Its
blades were as wide as the Kenduskeag Stream in spring. It was obviously a fan
for a large, cathedral style room, so huge it was. In all seriousness and with a
bit more than a smidgen of alarm in his voice he declared, "Jesus, Mary and
Joseph, Mother! That would suck us right out of the bed!"
I love Mainers.
L.E. Hughes is a columnist, writer and owner of Diamond Corner B&B in
Stratton, Maine. She welcomes your thoughts and comments: firstname.lastname@example.org.
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