09/27/2020
Stories from our porch...
The police coasted into the morning, Sunday, and went to work gaining entry to a small house across from ours. Mrs Shavers, a spritely 89-year old, had fallen sometime in the night. She was found in her living room, bruised, a little dazed, but otherwise, apparently, fine. And that's part of the morning's glory, too, because Mrs. Shavers is a marvel of self-sufficiency, and an absolute picture to behold when she comes out of her house all neatly got up, and topped with a little hat. She walks with tiny steps, her stride hardly more than her shoe-length. She lives two houses from one comer and, of course, almost a whole block from the other comer. When she comes out of her gate and starts toward the far comer, I always wonder if I should run in and pack her a lunch. Anyway, this lady, Mrs. Shavers, is part of the very real charm of our street, and the Merritt Morning Mirror
wishes her a quick recovery, and we'll wait patiently until she's back in the , of
paintin
