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"Shut the screen door, you're letting the flies in!" or "Don't let the screen door slam shut!!" If you remember hearing these words, you could be someone my age.

And remember that sound of the squeak of the hinges, or spring, that pulled the door shut, letting you know someone was coming in or going out?

These doors that were something everyone had when I was growing up are now just about a thing of the past.

Several years ago, my husband David bought us an old-fashioned wood screen door. We had been talking about devising a way we could open the door from our kitchen leading into the garage. That way we could open the garage door too, and we could get a nice breeze through, without letting creatures come in.

It cost less than you would imagine and was easy to hang. I wonder why more people don't do this. He went all the way and put on the little hook to close and lock the door, like we had when we were first married, although it was a rare thing for anyone to actually lock the door back then.

And then there's the broom like I grew up with. I recall my mom and aunts didn't like "breaking in" a new broom. They seemed big and bulky until you could wear one side of the bristles down so you had a point to get into corners.

Recently we decided we better shop for a new broom. The two we have had for many years are about worn out. Funny, but you can't find good ones just anywhere anymore.

We thought we may have to wait until Hermann, or some other town, had someone set up making brooms, as we have seen them do in the past.

Then we thought maybe we should check Westlake's in Fulton. We knew just who to ask, without having to search the whole store. We had discovered a little while back that Jeffrey Smith, an employee there, is knowledgeable and eager to help out.

David had sent me in with a couple little bathroom fixtures he wanted to replace. As I went in, there were a few employees there talking, but Jeffrey was fast to ask me if I needed help. I just handed my things to him, and he went straight and got just what I needed. It was funny, because I thought he looked familiar.

After we left, I told David I had seen that nice young man somewhere. Before we got home I figured it out Facebook! I told David I think he is Roxie's husband. I have known Roxie Akers Smith all her life, but she is grown up now, and I didn't know her husband.

Now there's a couple that believes in getting in and doing a good job. A few months ago Roxie retired. A couple weeks ago one of our neighbors was telling us how happy she was with the lady that mows her yard, and also a couple more yards by her. She said every detail is covered, she misses nothing!

As she went on telling how good this lady is, she finally mentioned her name. Roxie! I already knew Roxie was a go-getter. She has helped our son Randy and his family in about everything that goes on at 54 Country Dance Hall. It's so good to see people who aren't afraid to work, and do their jobs to the best of their ability.

There are many Bible verses that tell us how we are to be good workers in everything we do. Good work ethics give you a good name among the people as well.

Back to the brooms I just went straight in and asked Jeffrey, "Where's the brooms?" I bought the one in the picture and I'll "break it in" on our concrete patios.

Back when I was young, I recall so many things those brooms were used for. I have seen people snatch a straw from the broom for a tooth pick. Also animals were chased with brooms. I'm guilty. I have chased goats from our yard and chickens from the garden with my broom.

Those brooms in my childhood never got thrown away. When they got too worn out for sweeping, they became stick horses for us kids.

My dad, Leroy, told me this broom story. He said my grandpa and grandma Butcher (my mom's parents) had a few people over one Sunday, including their preacher. There was some kind of unpleasant odor drifted through. My dad (a well-known jokester) loved to tease my sweet, little deaf grandma. She always got a kick out of it, though, and loved him.

He could tell she was embarrassed and horrified over the smell, so he pointed at their old hound dog sleeping peacefully and held his noise. He said Grandma grabbed her broom and beat that poor dog out of the house!

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