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saw on the news the other day that Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade will go on this year, and halfway thru the festivities it will be Christmas. Santa Claus always shows up in Thanksgiving Day parades. STOP IT NOW, I say! Do they not know I am not ready for this? I’m only halfway through September at this point, and the last thought on my mind is Thanksgiving, much less Christmas.

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alloween for Baby Boomers was quite different from today. Candy was a real treat. Sometimes we got homemade popcorn balls and candied apples. Penny candy was popular and some was sold two for a penny. Mary Janes and Tootsie Rolls stuck between your teeth. If you scored Pixie Stix, they usually broke making a powdery mess in your bag but if they lasted, you made sweet drinks with water. Fireballs were popular because you could show off your ability to stand the heat. If you got a box of Cracker Jacks, you

Ah, but the retailers, they are already into the holidays with seasonal decor all over the place. I remember how excited my children always were over Christmas, mainly because they had been hearing about, and seeing evidence of it since the 4th of July! September and October have always been two of my favorite months, and I throw in November, just for good measure. The weather is usually pretty nice so we can get outside to enjoy it

assumed those were the rich neighbors. SweeTarts (that is how they spelled it) were my personal favorite. They were costly too so I pretty much had to save my allowance to purchase my own from the Five and Dime. There are so many Halloween stories I could tell, but for the sake of space, two tales float to the top and they both revolve around rain. Rain on Halloween night would in theory dampen the mood but alas in these stories precipitation adds to the drama. My brother made the decision when he was a pre-teen to be a mummy. This was before store bought costumes were available in our

all, and the fall colors are nothing short of spectacular. Why would anyone in their right mind want to bypass all of this splendor by jumping into the holiday season right after Labor Day? One of my fondest memories

community. My mother set out to shred bed sheets to wrap my brother from head to toe. I sat patiently, knowing time was a wasten’. We needed to get out there before the heavy cloud accumulation called the game of trick or treat out. I must admit it was quite humorous watching my brother spin round and round as my momma wrapped my sibling in shredded bed sheets. When her work was complete, we set out with brown paper bags. This was also before the invention of plastic pumpkins. The rain had held off as long as it could. With

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little to show in the way of candy collections, we waited on porches. Some were scarier than others. When the rain let up, we trudged on. Little did we know, my mummy brother was coming undone. By the end of the night, he had left a trail of stripped bedsheets all over town. He did not seem to mind, we had plenty of candy to show for it. Continued on page 2


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Halloween for Baby Boomers continued from page 1 The second wet Halloween story is credited to my husband of 41 years. He tells it almost every year. His mother and her best friend had taken the children out to trick or treat on a night after a day’s heavy rain. This in no way dampened their spirits, no pun intended. The children and adults made their way from home to home, holding open their

brown paper sacks. Little did they know, the little girl along for the game had drug her bag through the wet grass which made a hole that grew larger as the night went on. You guessed it. The candy landed on the porch and stayed there for some lucky kids who followed her. The hole in the sack was not discovered until everyone

was together in one room. My husband’s mom said there was only one solution, he would share. Which he did, begrudgingly. He sorted out all the marshmallow peanuts, orange slices, and non name brand candy. He gave them to the little girl. She has laughed about it for years. He always feels bad, just a little.

Stop the World, I Wanna Get Off! continued from page 1 of fall is when my dad would rake the yard, gathering a huge pile of leaves that I could then jump into and roll around in. You don’t see that anymore of that because society is so busy inside working their thumbs on some kind of device, they are missing the beauty and the joy of the autumn season. My brother had the right idea... on a pretty day, go fishing. He enjoyed being outdoors, whether he did anything or not, and it took very little encourage-

ment to get him to grab a fishing pole and take off. Stopping the world and getting off for a while seems like a really cool idea to me. Stop and look around, enjoy the gorgeous color array that our Good Lord has provided for you. Inhale the scents of fall and appreciate the weather. The holidays will come - they show up every year - but take a break to savor the moment. Maybe grill a steak on the bar-bque for dinner, it will taste better

this time of year than any other. If you can’t get up to the high country to see the technicolor display up there, take a short walk around the neighborhood, sit on the porch - - ENJOY! Consider this time of year to be the ‘coming attractions’ for our winter holidays. Make Columbus Day special, I always say and bake a special Halloween pie... I always say that too! You’ll be glad you did.

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What Makes Us Laugh? The History of Laughter and Science Behind Its Medicinal Effects


another 25 years. He worked with the California University Hospital to more formally study the health effects of laughter.

How do laughter and humor affect our health? Laughter may really be the best medicine. Scientific research has backed up the positive effects a good laugh can have on your physical, mental, and emotional health. Laughing is so beneficial to health that laughter therapy has even become an alternative approach to treating depression, stress, and other mood disorders. Evidence from numerous studies finds laughter to be an effective method in cognitive-behavioral therapy because of its effects. Gelotology is the term used to describe the study of laughter. This field was developed in the late 1960s and examines the physiological and psychological effects of humor. One of the founders was William F. Fry, who would watch comedic movies while drawing blood samples. The results showed that laughter increased the activity of immune system cells. Norman Cousins was a big proponent of laughter as medicine. At the age of 50, he was struck with a disease with a low recovery rate. But he noticed that he experienced less pain and fewer symptoms when laughing. He prescribed himself regular laughter by watching Candid Camera and Marx Brothers movies and lived

Just a few of the recorded benefits of laughter on mental, physical, and emotional health include: • Increased endorphin levels • Increased production of immune cells and antibodies • Decreased levels of stresscausing hormones like cortisol and epinephrine • Improved memory • A refreshing mental break that helps replenish mental resources • Strengthened social bonds • Increased intake of oxygen, which stimulates organs • Reduced • muscle tension • Ability to better handle scary or stressful situations As our understanding of the benefits of laughter has grown, people have started to incorporate laughter for other aspects of health, too. A physician from India, Madan Kataria, created laughter yoga which combines breathing, movement, and laughter to promote mental and physical health. A study examined the effect of this method on older adult women experiencing depression in comparison to a control group that used exercise therapy. Those who completed laughter yoga reported significantly higher life satisfaction and improvements in their depression compared to the control group. The study found laughter yoga to be as effective as exercise programs. The Association for Applied and Therapeutic Humor is a non-profit organization started by a group of psychologists who promote the use of humor to support improved health and well-being. They have an extensive research library that shares academic research related to the benefits of humor and laughter. Counselor and stand up comedian, Richard Granirer, of Stand Up for Mental Health, uses stand up comedy to educate the public about mental health and reduce the stigma around it. He also

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hether you guffaw, chuckle, chortle, cackle, roar, howl, or giggle, the ability to laugh is shared by all people around the world. Humans even share this ability with apes and other primates! Charles Darwin and many other researchers have recorded observations of laughing in various primate species during play and especially when being tickled. These findings suggest the ability to laugh goes back millions of years to a shared ancestor. Tickling may not be what makes you laugh – but everyone has something that tickles their funny bone. Although the jokes people tell have shifted and developed throughout history, laughter’s positive benefits are unaltered.

teaches those with mental health issues or disorders to utilize their struggles to create comedy, which gives them a sense of control and self-worth. How has humor changed over time? Humor as a source of laughter has been around as long as humans have been able to communicate. According to Robert R. Provine, a laughter expert, “The necessary stimulus for laughter is not a joke, but another person.” Laughter seems to have evolved as an essential part of social interaction, even if it does not happen faceto-face. The current thought is that humor is based on the recognition to observe or create incongruities in a social setting, and as humans’ cognitive abilities and language has developed, so has humor. Play-fighting may be one of the earliest forms of humor due to the mix of playfulness with fighting behavior. In 2008, a group of British

historians hunted down the oldest recorded joke - a fart joke in Sumeria in 1900 B.C. It was inscribed on a tablet and translates to: “Something which has never occurred since time immemorial. . .” “A young woman did not fart in her husband’s lap.” Although the words used may change, jokes at their core tend to make light of similar ideas - like fart jokes or toilet-related humor. Top 10 oldest jokes from history, discovered by researchers led by humor expert Dr. Paul McDonald, reinforce the idea that at their heart, jokes have not changed too much over time. Humor has always dealt with “taboos,” witty retorts, pointing out ironies, making light of difficulties, or come at someone’s expense. The format of jokes may change, and the details may shift to reflect the times, but the basic elements remain the same.

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30. Attendants of knights 31. Senile 33. Therefore 34. Twin sister of Ares 35. Dispatched 36. Epic 38. Unbecoming 41. Arctic bird 42. Earnest 44. Pelt 45. Direct the course 46. Glacial ridge 47. Very cold 48. Blockhead 50. On the road 51. Anagram of “Note” 52. By mouth 53. Tardy 54. Ear-related 55. Part of a plant


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The Carolina Thread Trail weaves a path through time and terrain. My friends and I discovered a natural surface trail segment in the Buffalo Creek Preserve. We often hike the path that meanders through restored oak-savanna and farmland along Adams Creek. Over time we have explored numerous other trails in the Carolina Piedmont. On every walk we share stories about our past and consider dreams for the future. In late September 2016 we constructed a Little Free Library to house print versions of those stories; we called them Trail Tales. We make those stories available to readers of Senior Savvy on a monthly basis, no hiking gear required.

Chuck Thurston is a long-time contributor to Trail Tales. In this issue, he shares excerpts from his recent book, Senior Scribbles. If you’d like to share your story in this column, text or call 980-621-0398. Instruction on how to obtain a free electronic version of this story is posted on the blog hosted at

Carry On. Excerpts from Senior Scribbles


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was getting ready to go to work and was in the kitchen eating the last of my breakfast. It was a gorgeous September day in north central Pennsylvania, with clear blue skies, brilliant sunshine, and leaves at the tops of the nearby mountains just starting to turn. The television was on and regular programming was interrupted by a news bulletin to say that at 8:46 a.m. an airplane had crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center in New York City. My heart skipped a beat. We were talking with old friends – a couple - that we had not seen for some time. It was the tail end of the holiday season. The grey of a gloomy day had darkened into a cold night. Snow flurries swirled around a streetlight and drifted through the bare limbs and darkened evergreens in the yard outside. We were digging into memories of past times good and bad. The short days and long nights of the winter solstice often seem to invite these reflections. The setting and time of year lent itself to nostalgia. We talked of the parties of

long ago - the candles, the music, the gaiety, those then present; the several now gone. The lady said that she got in this mood after her father died, and that she missed him and grieved for his absence every day. I had not heard of her father’s death and told her I was sorry for her loss. I asked when it had happened. “Eight years ago,” she replied. Had she lived in Victorian times, her job would have been much easier. Back then the process was highly ritualized, and twelve months was considered appropriate for a child mourning a parent – or vice versa. If you’re wondering - yes, there was a sliding scale. A full two years was considered appropriate for a widow – first cousins merited only four weeks. Everyone else – a sibling, aunt, uncle, grandparent – was somewhere in between. The Victorians wore the appropriate clothes, conducted the appropriate ceremonies, had a lavish funeral and erected an ornate monument for the grave. Manuals and journals described the mourning etiquette in the event the survivors needed guidance. I am sure they continued to miss the departed for a longer or shorter period of time depending on the nature of the relationship, but as far as formal mourning went, they dropped it after the prescribed period. Life then – if less

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complicated - was harsher. Household tasks had to be taken care of; farm or home tended to, children to be raised with few of today’s conveniences. In many cases efforts were begun to acquire a new mate or partner to fill the void. “There’s no limit to what a person can accomplish,” a saying says, “but they can rarely do it by themselves.” So, it often seemed desirable in those days to hook up with another solo soul and carry on. My grandfather’s first wife died leaving him with nine children, and he wasted no time finding another mate. The Victorians believed in curtailing social behavior for a set period of time, but that practice seems outmoded now. Many losing a loved one today feel obligated to advertise the extent of their pain across the internet. Perhaps this is a part of the healing process, but many of the posts are troubling; some are frightening in their description of despair and the feeling that life has lost much of its meaning. Viktor Frankl was a Jewish psychiatrist imprisoned in a Nazi concentration camp during the Second World War. He later wrote that suicides were not uncommon under these brutal conditions. Two prisoners in his building were talked out of their intent to kill themselves by others who reminded them that they had important things yet to do. One had a child who had escaped to Canada and would want to join him after the war. The other was a noted scientist who had begun a series of books that only he could finish. When others reminded them of their duty to their future, they abandoned their suicide plans. And that is key – our duty to the future. I do not know what cognizance the departed have of the lives they leave behind, but I would be saddened beyond belief if I knew that a loved one of mine was crippled with inconsolable grief by my going. It would seem to speak poorly of my earthly contributions to

our happiness. Was the time we spent together so vapid and unfulfilling that he or she can’t summon up memories of shared joys to buffer the pain of my departure? If the spirits of the dead are permitted anger, I think mine would be angry. For life is not a threelegged bag race. Barring some catastrophic event, one of a loving couple will die before the other. My wife and I brush on this topic now and then. One or the other of us usually mentions that it would be extremely difficult to carry on alone. But the answer to the statement that “I couldn’t go on without you,” is certainly, “Yes, you could; you must, really.” Each person will find the tools necessary to build a new life and directions for the path going forward. The tools are the good memories of years gone by. The path will reveal itself through them. Healing will commence, because it must; grief is not a career and doesn’t deserve that consideration. About Chuck Thurston: Chuck Thurston is one of five boys raised on a small farm in Pennsylvania. He served in the United States Coast Guard, and flew in search and rescue seaplanes. He spent over 30 years in IBM, with many assignments from electronic technician to programmer to manager. In earlier times, in between times and in later years, he has been a turret lathe operator in a factory, a newspaper reporter and columnist, a pick and shovel grunt for a landscaper, and instructor for North Carolina State University in their Industrial Extension Program. He has graduate degrees from SUNY at Geneseo and Appalachian State University. He is married to Heidi Wibroe Thurston from Copenhagen, Denmark – herself an author. They live in Kannapolis, NC and have three children grown and gone and a wonderful assortment of grandchildren and great grandchildren. Chuck Thurston recently published his third installment of Senior Scribbles, available on Amazon. yu6j5khv. You can contact Chuck at P.O. Box 1857, Concord, NC 28026

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The Night I Took Another Women to Dinner


fter 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.” The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who had been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my 3 children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked. My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.” That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous

about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an Angel’s. “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,” she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting.” We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation — nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the

movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed. “How was your dinner date?” Asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered. A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place where mother and I had dined. An attached note said: “I paid

this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless I paid for two plates — one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me.” “I love you, son.” At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I love you,” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”

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40 Plus Years To Live

A middle aged woman had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital. While on the operating table, she had a near death experience. Seeing God, she asked, “Is my time up?” God said, “No, you have another 43 years, 2 months and 8 days to live.” Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in the hospital and have a face lift, liposuction and tummy tuck. Since she had so much more time to live, she figured she might as well look even nicer. After her last operation, she was released from the hospital. While crossing the street on her way home, she was hit and killed by an ambulance. Arriving in front of God, she demanded, “I thought you said I had another 40 plus years? Why didn’t you pull me out of the path of the ambulance!?” God replied, “My child, I am sorry, I didn’t even recognize you!

A Sweet Grandmother A sweet grandmother telephoned St. Joseph’s Hospital. She timidly asked, “Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a patient is doing?” The operator said, “I’ll be glad to help, dear. What’s the name and room number of the patient?” The grandmother in her weak, tremulous voice said, Norma Findlay, Room 302.”

The Perfect Date A man is dining in a fancy restaurant and there is a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He has been checking her out since he sat down, but lacks the nerve to talk with her. Suddenly she sneezes, and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket towards the man. He reflexively reaches out, grabs it out of the air, and hands it back. “Oh my, I am so sorry,“ the woman says as she pops her eye back in place. “Let me buy your dinner to make it up to you,“ she says.

The operator replied, “Let me put you on hold while I check with the nurse’s station for that room.”

They enjoy a wonderful dinner together, and afterwards they go to the theater followed by drinks. They talk, they laugh, she shares her deepest dreams and he shares his. She listens.

After a few minutes, the operator returned to the phone and said, “I have good news. Her nurse just told me that Norma is doing well. Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just came back normal and her Physician, Dr. Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged tomorrow.”

After paying for everything, she asks him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap and stay for breakfast. They had a wonderful, wonderful time.

The grandmother said, “Thank you. That’s wonderful. I was so worried. God bless you for the good News.” The operator replied, “You’re more than welcome. Is Norma your daughter?” The grandmother said, “No, I’m Norma Findlay in Room 302. No one tells me crap!”

The next morning, she cooks a gourmet meal with all the trimmings. The guy is amazed! Everything had been SO incredible!!! “You know, he said, you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?“ “No, “ she replies… “”You just happened to catch my eye.”

Instructions For Making Breakfast A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen. ‘Careful,’ he said, ‘CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my gosh! You’re cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my gosh! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They’re going to STICK! Careful. CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you’re cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don’t forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!’ The wife stared at him. ‘What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don’t know how to fry a couple of eggs?’ The husband calmly replied, ‘I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I’m driving.’

Still Very Much In Love An elderly gent was invited to his old friends’ home for dinner one evening. He was impressed by the way his buddy preceded every request to his with endearing terms-Honey, My Love, Darling, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, etc. The couple had been married almost 70 years, and clearly they were still very much in love. While the wife was in the kitchen, the man leaned over and said to his host, “I think it’s wonderful that, after all these years, you still call your wife those loving pet names.” The old man hung his head. “I have to tell you the truth,” he said, “I forgot her name about 10 years ago.”

Rules Being Rules Hospital regulations require a wheelchair for patients being discharged. However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman--already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet--who insisted he didn’t need my help to leave the hospital. After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator. On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him. “I don’t know,” he said. “She’s still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown.”


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long time ago, I came up with what I considered the definition of LIFE. Life Is For Education, L-I-F-E. I read a story one time that really stuck with me over my lifetime. It may sound a little “out there”, but I kinda agreed with it once I read one particular point that was made in the story. I will get to that in a minute. The story said, that we all start out as spirits in Heaven, and once in a while, either by our choice, or the choice of a higher power, we are designated to visit earth, and live one more mortal lifetime, to experience the trials and tribulations, and joys of a human lifetime. Supposedly, some of us have visited earth before in previous lifetimes, and upon coming back to heaven, were told of the things we did right and wrong. Some of us choose to go back and live another lifetime, to try and right the wrongs we did in the previous one, to help add Grace to our level in heaven. We “supposedly”, sit down

with our spirit guide, and plan out our entire lifetime of experiences that we want to live out, in the hopes that we will make better decisions and prove to be a better person, thus raising our level in heaven. Naturally, we don’t know about any of this when we go back down, the decisions are all left up to our “free will” to do the right thing. I know, I know, do do do do, do do do do, (Twilight Zone music) I’m not cracking up! I kind of felt the same way, until this statement was made, and when I read it I got goose bumps. The statement was, “That is why sometimes you get that feeling that you did that before, or were at a certain place before, the reason being that at THAT moment, your present path came very close to the path you planned for yourself when you were planning the experiences you wanted to do over”. HOW DOES THAT GRAB YA! That’s where Déjà Vu comes from. We have all had that feeling one time or another, think about it. So, now we get back to

my thoughts on this subject. I feel that once we work out and design our plan for our new time on earth and get sent down, from that point on, we are on “A MISSION” A mission to see how we handle this second chance to correct past wrongs. To see if we followed His ten rules to live by, I believe they’re called “Commandments”. How we treat and work with others, are we mean or are we nice, are we honest, or liars, do we treat everyone equally, and not in a racist way. That reminds me of a poem I wrote that was published in this paper a while ago called, “The Making Of Man”, in which one part said after making man in His image ,”The Lord then sat back, and said to Himself, maybe I’ll have a touch of some fun, I’ll make them in colors, for the region

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they live, even though they are really, ALL ONE” . And so we go through life, facing so many different situations and obstacles, making decisions on them all, and hopefully better decisions, all the while getting closer to “Graduation Day” when we die and come home again to face The Lord who examines the things we did throughout our lifetime on earth, and to see if we accomplished our mission to better ourself, and our position in heaven. So I ask you my friends, dig deep on this life you have lived, and judge yourself as to how successful you have been so far, and decide if you have more work to do before you have to look the Lord in His eyes, and ask yourself, “MISSION ACCOMPLISHED?”


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Pennies are Plentiful... God is Patient


ou always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc. This is the first time I’ve ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about. Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband’s employer’s home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about th e weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house. The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband’s employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance

again, so was enjoying herself immensely. As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment.. Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny. He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up?

Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She casually mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value. A smile crept across the man’s face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this? ‘Look at it.’ He said. ‘Read what it says.’ She read the words ‘ United States of America ‘ ‘No, not that; read further.’ ‘One cent?’ ‘No, keep reading.’ ‘In God we Trust?’ ‘Yes!’ ‘And?’ ‘And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin, I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right

in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God’s way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful! When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, ‘In God We Trust,’ and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message. It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful! And, God is patient.

What Makes Us Laugh? continued from page 3 Throughout history, humor has developed to reflect the times as people used laughter to connect. What people find funny varies based on individual and shared experiences. Humor

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appreciate jokes that have a more specific connection to a particular group. Some types of humor may be more global and relate to the basic human experience. In contrast, others have a more narrow audience that can appreciate them. Jokes and humorous content have also been shared in a variety of different ways, depending on the technology available. Humor can be shared in any way that people communicate. Jokes have been shared through every medium imaginable carved on tablets, written in newspapers, sent in letters, graffitied on walls, or told by entertainers like court jesters and stand-up comedians. The rise of technology has also led to alternative ways of sharing humor. In the 1950s, Charley Douglass, a sound engineer for CBS, created laugh tracks to make a shared experience of laughter for people watching at home. Today, humor can be shared far and wide through the

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Fall Harvest Baked Apples Ingredients: 8 red apples, cored ¼ cup butter 1/3 cup maple syrup ½ teaspoon ground cinnamon 1/3 teaspoon ground ginger ½ lemon, juiced 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1/3 cup coarsely chopped walnuts (Optional)

Directions: 1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Place apples in a 9x13 inch baking dish. 2. In a small saucepan over medium heat, combine butter, maple syrup, cinnamon, ginger, lemon juice and vanilla. Bring to a boil, and drizzle equally over apples. 3. Cover with foil, and bake in preheated oven for 20 minutes. Remove cover, and continue to bake for 10 minutes, or until apples are tender. Serve warm.

Pumpkin Crunch Cake Ingredients:

1 (15-ounce) can pumpkin puree 1½ cups half and half ¾ cups sugar ¼ cups packed light brown sugar 2½ teaspoons pumpkin pie spice 4 large eggs 1 box of yellow cake mix 1½ cups chopped pecans 1 cup melted butter whipped topping (optional)

Directions: 1. Preheat the oven to 350°F and spray a 9 x 13-inch baking dish with non-stick spray. Set aside. 2. Using a stand mixer or a large bowl with an electric mixer, combine pumpkin puree, half and half, sugars, and pumpkin pie spice. 3. Add in the eggs one at a time, mixing well after adding each egg. Mix until all of the ingredients are well blended. 4. Pour the pumpkin mixture from the bowl into the prepared baking dish. 5. Sprinkle dry cake mix over the pumpkin mixture in your baking dish. 6. Sprinkle pecans in an even layer over the top of the dry cake mix, then drizzle melted butter over the pecans. 7. In the preheated oven, bake the pumpkin crunch cake for 45 to 50 minutes, or until a knife inserted in the center of the cake comes out clean. 8. Remove the cake from the oven and allow it to cool completely before serving. 9. Serve with whipped topping, if desired.

Crab & Cream Cheese Snacks Ingredients: 1-8 oz. tube crescent roll dough 3 oz. cream cheese, softened 1/4 cup mayonnaise 3/4 cup cooked crabmeat, chopped 2 green onions, chopped 1/8- 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper salt and pepper, to taste

Directions: 1. Heat oven to 375°F. Spray cookie sheet with cooking spray. Unroll dough on work surface. Pinch seams to seal and roll with a rolling pin to create an even rectangle. Cut into 6 rows by 4 rows to make 24 squares. 2. In small bowl, mix cream cheese, mayo, crabmeat, onion, and red pepper. Salt and pepper to taste. Divide crab mixture evenly among the squares, dropping it by spoonfulls that are 1/2 inch from 1 corner of each square. Starting with same corner, fold dough over filling, and tuck end tightly underneath filling; continue rolling to within 1/2 inch of opposite corner. Roll opposite corner of dough over roll; press to seal. Place on cookie sheet. Brush with egg white, if desired. 3.Bake 10 to 15 minutes or until golden brown. Remove from cookie sheet. Serve warm.

Iced Maple Pumpkin Spice Latte Ingredients:

1/2 cup coffee chilled 1/2 cup unsweetened coconut milk. almond milk or skim milk 1/4 cup canned pumpkin puree 1/4 tsp pumpkin pie spice 1 tbsp pure maple syrup 1 - 1 1/2 cups ice


Whipped Cream Pumpkin Pie Spice Maple Syrup

Directions: 1. Add all ingredients into a blender and blend until smooth. 2. Top with whopped cream, pumpkin pie spice and 1-2 tsp pure maple syrup.

Easy Halloween Witch Hat Cookies Ingredients:

1 14.3 oz Chocolate Creme Oreo Cookies 36 Hershey Kisses 1 package Wilton Candy Melts yellow 1 tube Orange Icing

Directions: 1. Take one Oreo cookie and one Hershey Kiss 2. Squirt some orange icing on the bottom of the Hershey Kiss and press it down onto the Oreo 3. Cut the candy melts into little squares and place in the icing that is mushing out from under the Hershey Kiss!


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Are You on Overload, or Living Your Best Life? Submitted by:Ann Gauthreaux Trellis Supportive Care


f you are an extremely busy person - overworking, overdoing, and underliving – at least you found time to read this article. However, you might want to learn more about how to break away from all of that overload. In the process, you may find ways to spend your time in more meaningful ways and in the end, move toward living your best life. To help us on this journey, Trellis Supportive Care is hosting its 6th Annual Living Your Best Life Speaker Series featuring award-winning journalist Celeste Headlee. Headlee is the author of “Do Nothing: How to Break Away from Overworking,


Overdoing, and Underliving,” and will be the keynote speaker for the event on October 13, 2021. Celeste Headlee believes instead of thinking “time is money,” we should spend our time on things that matter and make us happy. She says, “Despite our constant search for new ways to optimize our bodies and minds for peak performance, human beings are working more instead of less, living harder not smarter, and becoming more lonely and anxious. Why do

we measure our time in terms of efficiency instead of meaning? Why can’t we just take a break?” Headlee shares her own experience with hospice after her grandfather suffered a series of strokes. She says, “The whole purpose of writing the book Do Nothing was to help people do that very thing - stop wasting their life by sending more emails and checking chat channels, but to really think about what their goals are in life. What is it that you want to accomplish in life and how can you best achieve that?” Designed to help us

frame our post-pandemic lives with a new, healthier way of thinking, Headlee will be pulling together threads from history, neuroscience, social science, and even paleontology to examine long-held assumptions about time use, idleness, hard work, and our ultimate goals. In addition to being an award-winning journalist, Celeste Headlee is a professional speaker and the bestselling author of We Need to Talk: How to Have Conversations That Matter as well as Do Nothing: How to Break Away from Overworking, Overdoing, and Underliving. She is cohost of the weekly series Retro Report on PBS and season three of the Scene on Radio podcast MEN. In her twenty-year career in public radio, Celeste has been the executive producer of On Second Thought at Georgia Public Radio and has anchored programs including Tell Me More, Talk of the Nation, All Things Considered, and Weekend Edition. She also cohosted the news show The Takeaway for PRI and WNYC, anchored World Channel’s presidential coverage in 2012, and received the 2019 Media Changemaker Award. Celeste lives in Washington, DC. Trellis Supportive Care developed this speaker series in keeping with the organizations mission of helping people live their best possible quality of life. With internationally known gurus on topics related to living your best life, it is designed to positively impactpeople’s lives, bring energy to our community, and encourage us to ask ourselves, “Am I living MY best life?” The event will be held virtually on Wednesday, October 13, at 1:00 pm – 2:00 pm. Tickets and detailed information about the event are available at

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am proud to announce we are Cognitive Hearing Healthcare Providers. We have completed the CogniHear course and successfully passing several module exams. The CogniHear training program is truly like no other! This program connects current research on cognitive and auditory processing pertaining to age-related hearing loss, with clinical application. The result is a better patient experience, improved adoption rates, better management of expectations, improved patient perception of the value of treating hearing loss, a focal shift from hearing aids to auditory rehabilitation. We have already implemented Cognitive screening while revamping several questionnaires, performing more comprehensive speech in noise testing and loudness tolerance testing in order to provide the best hearing experience to develop a comprehensive hearing rehabilitation plan. While working with the CogniHear program we were introduced to the Entheos Audiology Cooperative. I was invited to attend the member meeting held in Chicago last month. It was amazing to be in a room of like-minded audiologists who strive to follow best practice

audiological care while giving back to local and world-wide communities in need of hearing services. So what is “Entheos”? Entheos is a noun meaning the loving heart, enthusiasm. Nothing moves our heart like a “hearing smile”: the radiant look of joy that spreads across a patient’s face the first time he or she can hear sound after years of silence. The power of that first connection drives us. Entheos Audiology Cooperative was founded on the principle that the practice of hearing healthcare is a privilege. They believe in the give as you go model is a tremendous way to serve our patients and community, while achieving the goals of independent practice ownership. They also firmly believe that the key to reinvigorating practitioners is reconnecting them with the meaning of what they do everyday and highlighting those efforts in our communities in a new light. At Entheos, their goal is connect people to greater meaning and allow their talents to shine. They put the focus on people. A cooperative, or co-op is an organization owned and controlled by the people who use the products and services the business produces. Cooperatives differ from other forms of businesses because they operate more for the benefit of members, rather than to earn profits for investors. Entheos Audiology Cooperative is made up of like-minded audiologists from around the country. They are leaders in their industry who

work together to create a better patient experience with best quality of care. Enthoes is anchored on three fundamental anchors: 1. Being 100% memberowned means that we buy from ourselves. The benefits of the organization stay with the members as services and dividends. The governance and ownership is dictated by the members and the memberelected board of directors. As our practice benefits from the strength of the cooperative, we retain peace of mind knowing that we always have a voice. 2. Best Practices lead to the best patient outcomes. When a patient visits an Entheosmember practice, they will know that they are receiving professional and comprehensive care. Entheos members receive industry-specific management consultation and discounts on supplies to support this commitment, raising the bar for patient care. 3. The give-as-you-go model benefits patients, communities, and the future of hearing health care. The team at Entheos can help me implement a strong, sustainable community-service model. We try to give back to the community as much as we can, but this will allow us to provide more to those in need at home and abroad. The co-op as a whole supports the Circle of Giving model with Hearing The Call efforts. With a maximum of 99 members I am pleased and

honored to be welcomed to the Entheos Audiology Cooperative as member #80. So what does that mean for the members of our community? Working as an independently owned audiology clinic can be a bit secluded, so having a group of 79 others clinics to work with only improves our knowledge and skills. Also the collective group of 80 clinics ordering products from suppliers gives us better buying power. Lower prices on supplies means savings to you. And if you already know us, we are all about giving we can do that more effectively and efficiently. A win win... all around. Look to see more information on our involvement with Entheos and our redesigned Functional Hearing Assessments incorporating Cognitive Hearing Science. If you would like more information, give Jamie or Diane a call at 704-6330023 or visit our website at www.hearingsolutionsofnc. com. Remember to like us on facebook. Jane, Cheryl and I look forward to seeing you soon. For more information or to schedule a hearing evaluation, contact Dr. Lorin S. Oden at Hearing Solutions of North Carolina, 464 Jake Alexander Blvd. W., Salisbury, NC 28147 704-633-0023

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ood morning said a woman as she walked up to the man sitting on the

ground. The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new.. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.. “Leave me alone,” he growled.... To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “No,” he answered sarcastically. “I’ve just come from dining with the president. Now go away.” The woman’s smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. “What are you doing, lady?” the man asked angrily. “I said to leave me alone. Just then a policeman came up. “Is there any problem, ma’am?” he asked.. “No problem here, officer,” the woman answered. “I’m just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?” The officer scratched his head. “That’s old Jack. He’s been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?” “See that cafeteria over there?” she asked. “I’m going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile.” “Are you crazy, lady?” the homeless man resisted. “I don’t want to go in there!” Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. “Let me go, officer. I didn’t do anything.” “This is a good deal for you, Jack” the officer answered. “Don’t blow it..” Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived... The manager strode across the


cafeteria and stood by his table. “What’s going on here, officer?” he asked. “What is all this, is this man in trouble?” “This lady brought this man in here to be fed,” the policeman answered. “Not in here!” the manager replied angrily. “Having a person like that here is bad for business..” Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. “See, lady. I told you so. Now if you’ll let me go. I didn’t want to come here in the first place.” The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled....... “Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?” “Of course I am,” the manager answered impatiently. “They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms.” “And do you make a godly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?” “What business is that of yours?” I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company.” “Oh.” The woman smiled again. “I thought that might make a difference.” She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. “Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?” “No thanks, ma’am,” the officer replied. “I’m on duty.” “Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?” “Yes, ma’am. That would be very nice.” The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, “I’ll get your coffee for you right away, officer.” The officer watched him walk away. “You certainly put him in his place,” he said. “That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this.” She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him

intently.. “Jack, do you remember me?” Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. “I think so -- I mean you do look familiar.” “I’m a little older perhaps,” she said. “Maybe I’ve even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry.” “Ma’am?” the officer said questioningly. He couldn’t believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry. “I was just out of college,” the woman began. “I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn’t find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat.” Jack lit up with a smile. “Now I remember,” he said.. “I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy.” “I know,” the woman continued. “Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble... Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right.” “So you started your own

business?” Old Jack said. “I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered.” She opened her purse and pulled out a business card.. “When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons...He’s the personnel director of my company. I’ll go talk to him now and I’m certain he’ll find something for you to do around the office.” She smiled. “I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet... If you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you.” There were tears in the old man’s eyes. “How can I ever thank you?” he said. “Don’t thank me,” the woman answered. “To God goes the glory. Thank Jesus...... He led me to you.” Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways.... “Thank you for all your help, officer,” she said. “On the contrary, Ms. Eddy,” he answered. “Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And.. And thank you for the coffee.”

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