In the January/February issue of Good Old Days, Dixie Chipman Simpson tells us how her parents met through a pie auction event: Her father-to-be bid on his favorite pie, a cherry one, which happened to have been baked by her mother-to-be, the teacher at the one-room school holding the event. Well, the teacher's pie was always the most popular item, so Dixie's father had some major bidding opposition to contend with. He was from a neighboring town, so no one knew him, and he didn't know the teacher, but his determination prevailed. He paid an "utterly ridiculous" price for the pie and a romance was born. Forever after, whenever Dixie's mom made a cherry pie, it sparked a "twinkle" in her dad's eye.
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Dear Friends of the Good Old Days,
If you're a regular reader of this column, you know I hail from a very small town in the rural midsection of the United States: one stoplight, not enough students to field a football team, everybody knew everybody else. It was a cushiony-soft, sheltered upbringing for which I am eternally grateful.
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I knew there'd be trouble when I overheard Joel's teacher telling Mama that he would have the first line to recite in the group's Sunday school recitation of a poem. He'd been OK in his Sunday school class, excelling at coloring Bible story pictures. But memorizing a poem? Oh dear.
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