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Back to school in olden days meant more I know all the reasoning behind having the children in school before August has its britches on, but that doesn’t make it right. I remember those good old school days when September to May seemed like a prison sentence. Oh, we got out for good behavior at Christmas time, and spring break – all three days of it – was a brief respite. Then Golden June arrived – the golden prize. June, my birthday month. But the biggest gift was summer vacation, stretching over vast oceans of days. Yes, June was only 30 days, but it did have a birthday squirreled away, and that was the next best thing to Christmas. Then came July, hot baking July, only to be followed by merciless August. Heat and summer were soul mates, so you accepted the one to get the other. Air conditioning came later. Little wonder we lived at the municipal pool. Endless games of Shark, Prison Break and Marco Polo to cool our fevered brows. There was the odd Y Camp and a vacation that was interesting – if we ever, ever got there. Pickup baseball games were huge fun. Nobody had ever heard of travel teams. We just traveled up to the vacant lot. Whoever had a glove could play and whoever had a bat or a ball was captain. As August days spilled by like sands from an hourglass, there was a bit of remorse setting in. That tree fort never got finished, not after Spencer broke his arm – again. We were going to sell ant farms in glass jars full of dirt and get rich and go to Disneyland. Who knew when you fed the ants bread,
Hatcher Hurd
Executive Editor hatcher@northfulton.com
Today’s miners have to climb aboard the Big Yellow Cheese when they return to their labors. In my day, schools were built to be walked to, so that is what we did. Oh, a thousand diversions would present themselves walking to school… the mold would kill them? Usually though there was a proud accomplishment, a shining moment with a new skill added – diving head-first off the high dive, roller skating that first time. I learned to ride a bike in the summertime and
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In Memoriam
Joseph Carl Fandel
Joseph Carl Fandel, age 67 of Alpharetta, GA entered into rest on August 5, 2013 at Halcyon Hospice. A memorial service was held on Friday, August 9, 2013 in the chapel of Crowell Brothers Funeral Home at 3 PM. The family received friends from 1 PM until service time at the funeral home. Joseph retired from the State of Illinois as a vocational rehabilitation counselor. He and his family are members of Alpharetta First United Methodist Church. He is preceded in death by his father, Joseph James Fandel. Survivors include his wife of 27 years, Janie McGuffey Fandel ; mother, Erma Violet Rowe Fandel; children, Joseph James
found what true liberation was. And even as August’s last embers flared and died out, there was still Labor Day’s brief reprieve before the salt mines beckoned. Today’s miners have to climb aboard the Big Yellow Cheese when they return to their labors. In my day, schools were built to be walked to, so that is what we did. Oh, a thousand diversions would present themselves walking to school. There was the dachshund in the backyard surrounded by a chain-link fence that used bark at me until we made friends and I could pet him by just squeezing my hand through the links. You could always count on making Karen Loveless mad about something. She was 12 years old and the oldest of three brothers and a sister so she thought she knew everything. Coming home after school was best. That is when I would visit one of my Cookie Ladies. Those old Greeks had their Muses, and their Furies and their Fates. But Cookie Ladies were just fine for me and about as magical. I don’t know where or when I acquired the gift of listening, but I knew I had it. And I knew that if you sit quietly enough, with a dash of patience and a dollop of interest that people will talk to you for about as long as you want to be talked to. For me that was about three cookies. Now I didn’t really understand that a grandmotherly type sitting on her front porch watching all of the children walking home from school might be just a tad lonely.
Fandel, Kristyn L. Steffers (Todd R.), Kathryn L Watkins (Matt); grandchildren, Alex, Lucas, Kately and Annie; brother, David R. Fandel; sisters, Ann M. Hine (Michael) and Susan M. Ryan (Martin) and many nieces and nephews. Online condolences may be made to www. crowellbrothers.com. Arrangements by Crowell Brothers Funeral Home, Peachtree Chapel, 5051 Peachtree Industrial Blvd., Norcross/Peachtree Corners, GA 770-448-5757. Those who desire may send a contribution to the missions program of Alpharetta United First Methodist Church.