Books [Three Generations]
“He belongs to the American Legion band, and this gives him splendid training. There was need of a French horn to round out the musical equipment, and Sonny volunteered to fill the vacancy. We could not obtain such an instrument in Jacksonville, so Mr. Finkelstein ordered it three weeks ago from a New York dealer.”
Sonny looks to be about twelve years of age, but his mother explained he was only eleven, and was in Junior High.” “Yes, he plays the piano a little - not an expert. I taught him,” she answered, when I [asked?] if he was a pianist also.
“John, my oldest boy, is sixteen, and graduates from London High next June. He is more sedate than thomas - wants to be a business man, but we are quite proud of him, too.
“Sonny, you'll have to rush now, or you'll miss the boys. Stay off the main highway, and watch out for automobiles,” she cautioned.
He half runs, half jumps to the back door, and is off through the woods to meet the other Scouts.
Back to the sink. “I feel that on Saturday I can relax. You see through the week I am busy with my twenty kindergartners until non-time, so the mornings are always busy times with me.
“You had better let me help you with the dishes,” I suggested, ““and as we work, we can talk.”
“Now, that is very kind of you. Here is the towel” she takes it off the drying-rack by the furnace. “I'll wash, and you can dry.”
The decorating committee were asking for vases and bowls, low containers, so as not to accentuate the long wall spaces and high ceilings.
“Here is the pantry. Select what you wish.” Everything was