Village Squire, 1973-05, Page 11Mrs. Hardy shows some of the products of her loom.
an hour and a half to make, once the
preliminary work is done.
Another valuable helper over the
years has been her son, Gordon who
has saved her time by making the warps,
the threads on which the weaving is
done to make the material. It's
help she expects to lose soon however
as he has just graduated from Conestoga
College in communications and soon
will likely have a job and be away from
home much more.
In the meantime, however, she'll
need all the help she can get to meet
the demands of the growing number of
people who like her old-fashioned pro-
ducts.
Continued from pg. 9.
The next morning Marion thoughtfully bundled the whole
soup off to church so I could have the house to myself. But it
was no use. I pulled at my hair until I was afraid of going bald.
I wasted paper, chewed my fingernails to the first knuckle and
contemplated my navel but nothing could straighten the plot out
for me. The ticking of the clock on the mantle got so noisy •
that I buried it under the paper in the wastepaper basket. When
I heard the crew coming back I started wondering where I
could find a good high building to throw myself off.
Max HAD to come in as soon as he got home to see how it
was going.
"Well genius, how is the masterpiece?" he said with that big
smile.
I looked around for something to throw. I wished I hadn't
hidden the clock. "Not so good I'm afraid, " I answered as he
picked up the last couple of pages and glanced over them. "1
just can't seem to straighten out the plot."
"A mystery, eh. Say why don't you have the butler do it?"
I thought I was going to be sick to my stomach. How novel!
Then in my head something went "click". He WAS right. No-
body had dared to use that old gag for so long that it would be
the most unexpected thing that could happen.
"Max, YOU are a genius. Tell Marion I won't be out for
lunch." I pushed him out the door and locked it. Now that I
had the idea everything flowed out. The first chapter was f!n-
ished by three o'clock and by dinner time I had only two more
pages to finish.
I enjoyed that meal more than any I had had in weeks. It
was ROAST beef, cooked in the oven, with ice cream, kept
cold in the fridge, for dessert.
After dinner Max started packing up to leave and by eight w
were all out beside the car saying goodbye. It had been quite
a weekend. As Max started the engine and the car began to
roll I yelled out "Bye. Drop in any time."
When the car went out the gate Marion looked at me. "Do
you know what you said?"
I thought back, and burst out laughing.
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