The Rural Voice, 1991-05, Page 4411th Annual
CLINTON KLOMPEN FEEST
May 17-18-19
ADMISSION: Adults $5 - Children 3-12 $2.50 - Under 3 - FREE
SPECIAL EVENTS
Friday, May 17
• Dutch Costume Contest • Crowning of Burgemeester
• A Taste of Holland (Multi media video) 8:00 p.m.
Saturday, May 18
• Children's Art Fair • Giant Parade • Grandstand Show
• Sphere Clown Band • Concert • Chicken Barbecue
• Dutch Play • Windup Dance
Sunday, May 19
• Ecumenical Praise & Worship Service
FOR FURTHER INFORMATION CALL:
Clinton Town Hall 482-3997 or Bert Greidanus 523-9559
Now located at
132 Main Street West, Listowel
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a distance. She wore a silver fox cape
over a celadon sheath, and her hair
was a platinum fall. She looked cool,
self-assured, and aloof.
Barbara's dark good looks were a
perfect foil for her lavender wool suit.
Lynnie suddenly felt old and dowdy in
her sensible brown print dress, even
with her apron off. She shook herself
mentally and stood straighter.
"Welcome to our humble home,"
she said to the girls. She busied
herself finding a vase for the roses,
while Josh shook hands all 'round.
Paul lifted pot lids, sniffing
appreciatively. "There's no place on
earth like Mom's kitchen!"
"Still making that good bread,
Mumsie?" Steve asked, peeking into
the breadbox. "Aha! Just as I
thought!" He held aloft a fat brown
crusty loaf for all to admire.
"You bake your own bread? I'm
impressed!" Sabrina said, coming
forward for a sniff too. "Mom baked
bread, until Dad died and we had to
sell the farm. I'm a farm girl too,
believe it or not!" She smile at Lynnie
and the wall between them fell;
Lynnie could almost hear the pieces
falling.
"Hard to believe!" she grinned,
shaking her head.
"So am I!" Barbara chimed in,
"and I miss the cows!"
"You do? Well, you can borrow
mine any time!" Josh said, taking
another look at this new daughter-in-
law.
Lynnie looked at her boys, her
men; and a tear slid down her cheek
unheeded. Did she really think her
sons would bring home women she
couldn't feel at home with?
"Well!" she said briskly, "all this
chitchat is well and good, but the thing
is, dinner's getting cold!"
"May we dishup, Mom?" Barbara
was already rolling up the sleeves of
her expensive blouse, and Sabrina
threw off her cape and grabbed up
Lynnie's apron. Garfield was trying
to make a nest in the cape, turning
'round and 'round and Sabrina only
smiled. "Be my guest, Garfie!" She
cocked an eye at Lynnie, who bec-
koned with a finger;
"This way, ladies, be my guests!"0