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Getting Ready for a Pill Hill Party September 2, 2014

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“Patricia,” Mother called, “Help me with the Newburg.” Lots of words appeared for the parties. Chicken à la king, Thermidor, Newburg, hollandaise, aspic, chafing dish, punch bowl, crème de menthe, punch in the nose bowl, rose bowl, silver bowl, ice bucket, serving spoons, party shells, scalloped potatoes, walloped potatoes, tumblers, long glasses, wine glasses, short glasses, eye glasses, china plates, minor plates, major plates, serving dish, pepper grinder, if you don’t mind dear, scalloped oysters, nuns in cloisters, ironed napkins, shining silver, Hi Ho Silver, Where is my red vest? Gone west. Will you button me up dear? Where is my jacket? Is there beer dear? Bourbon, scotch and rye, don’t want them drinking dye. Then they’ll get too high. Remember the time when? Sigh. Is the stove still on? Darling will you see if I left the stove on? Newburg bubbling is troubling. Mustard bustard. Horseradish. Mint jelly for your belly. Mrs. Beam is coming? Hide the jelly. Patricia darling can you iron Daddy’s shirt? Oak, get the wood and lay the fire and while you’re at it fix the tire, paint the house and play the lyre. Cathy can you get the ice? Mom did you get kumquats? They come at Christmas, Cathy. Well it’s almost Christmas. It’s just October, now get the ice trays. Why are they called trays? Please dear, we have guests coming. Get the ice. Dippy’s sick, Mom. Cathy, I hate that cat. It’s not a cat, Mom, it’s a kitty. Cathy please get the ice. What ice? Patricia darling will you get the ice. Patricia is nice and gets the ice. Dad’s mad. He can’t find. Where’s my hairbrush? Who took my hairbrush? Cathy, did you take my hairbrush? I brushed Rufus with it. Don’t take my brush! She brushed the confounded dog with my hairbrush. Everyone shush. Here dear use mine dear. Avocado. Don’t mind if I do. Did you dress the salad? I’d like to dress myself first.

 

By Jay O’Callahan

An Excerpt from Pat Schneider’s Writing Alone and with Others

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1. lphillipstales - September 2, 2014

Jay, that is amazing especially when you find out that I am in the process of getting ready for our annual Pig Roast which happens every year the Sunday after labor day.

Love this and thanks

Lauretta Phillips, Storyteller, JP NHSA Event Manager laugh often it is like inner jogging NHSA,NSN,LANES,CNHSG

2. Janet and Johannes - September 2, 2014

Fun words and sounds of words, actual and factual memory tickles make a sort of poem — thanks

3. Karen Chace - September 3, 2014

Delightful! I especially love the phrase, “Lots of words appeared for the party.” It makes them seem like invited guests as well. Thank you for allowing me to peek through the glass.


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