Steve

Dear Sister,

We haven’t heard a thing from you in ages, but I know how you are, so I'm writin’ you anyway even though Lord Knows it's not rightfully my turn to be initiatin’ the correspondence.

I hope you notice my new T.B.N. stationery. It was a love gift from Jan and Paul on Trinity Broadcast Network. I also got three of those pure brass adhesive plaques with their logo on ‘em. I put one on the mailbox at the front door, one on the refrigerator, and one in the bathroom so people will know just what kind of Christians we are.

I watch that show a lot and enjoy Jan's outfits so much. She reminds me of that little doll I had when we was kids. You know, I think she was called Starbrite or somethin’. She had purple hair and a little wand and she was ridin’ on a unicorn. Also I just love it when Jan reads scripture. She sounds just like Connie Stevens.

They had a Ladies luncheon last week and all the important women in town were invited. Well, by that I mean all the ladies whose husbands are important. Since Lester filled in as postmaster last summer and has given the land below the trailer park two years in a row for the for the big annual tractor pull, this was the first year I rated.

The invitation had a piece of tissue in it. Mina Faye Stuckey told me it wudn’t really engraved, that they just put that tissue in there to look like it. (real classy, I thought). Mina Faye said it was tacky. I figure she's just jealous cause she didn’t get one. Not likely to either, ‘cause her husband’s on full disability and hadn’t been out of his room in two years.

He was in a loggin accident when a log came off a conveyor belt and pinned his pelvis against a concrete pylon, crushin’ it. That's also why the just have the six girls. They weren’t able to keep tryin’ for a boy, but the way he stays in his room on that Ham radio rig, you would think he could get some kind a telephone solicitor job or at least set in front of a computer or somethin’.

How Mina Faye has held that family together was sellin’ Merle Norman products in the daytime at the Lady Bug Beauty Spot, our local Merle Norman affiliate, and Bartendin’ nights at the bowlin’ alley. Enough about her Christian Martyr that she is. I was tellin’ you about this luncheon.

Debbie Lynne Bodat, she's one of those Bodats that were related to some of Mamas people, well anyway she took some kinda mail order correspondence cooking course and she does weddings funerals and parties now and is quite the authority on fancy food and comin’ up with her own new exciting recipes.

So at this luncheon, (everything in the fellowship hall at the church, that’s where they had it at, was decorated pink, cause of it bein’ for important women of the community) she made a frozen pink punch from cranberry and pink lemonade. She made little cheese fluffs out a mozzarella cheese that she dyed pink, but the ultimate was the Coconut Beehive Chicken Divan.

She takes a Cornish game hen (we can’t get those at H.E.B., or a quail, she said) and stuff it with pimento cheese spread in its little cavity. Then you take a ordinary coat hanger and stretch it out like your pickin’ a door lock on a car, or havin’ a weenie roast. Coil that hanger like a slinky around the hen or quail, makin’ a sort of little basket arount it. Then thread cocktail wieners of Vienna sausage on the wire just like your stringing beads, formin’ your beehive.

They were delicious. Awfully rich though, I thought. A lady from Simplicity Patterns was there tellin’ us how to make maternity dresses we could convert to wear later on too. That is good to know. I won the door prize too. It was a cocktail jigger Dora Hutto brought back from the Ozarks. It says" Souvenir of the Ozarks" on it. She said I could put tooth picks in it.

I’d better go. The kids want to go dirt biking and to take their B.B. Guns up to the old school house. It’s abandoned since they built the new one, so the kids wanna shoot out the windows. I told them I didn’t think we would have time to do both before supper. We’ll see.

Love you, Your Sister, Leona