The world always changes. Think back just a few years and see the many changes that have existed. The Village, too, has changed in just the few short years it’s been in existence. Friends have been made and lost. Just this week Florence was hospitalized for a lengthy time and upon dismissal had to go to the nursing home across the street. The Village is unable to meet her needs. Bud, too, had a severe case of pneumonia and is recovering in the Good Samaritan Home in Sioux Falls, S.D., awaiting an opening in the Minnesota Veterans Home in Luverne. I fell in my bathroom and broke a lower rib. Lots of changes have to be made in my life and so I’ve chosen to take a break from "Life in the Village" for a short time. I’ve enjoyed it but it no longer turns out as I wish.When I began, Wendell called and said, "It’s so wordy." I chuckled but that was what I wanted to achieve. It is now a news column, who came, who went and who did what. I now find it a chore so I need a break, however, I hope the column continues though.I really appreciated the many people who told me they read it. Like Kenny in Anoka, who bought a subscription to the Crescent so he could read Life in the Village. Bob read it on the Internet in New York or Bette in Holstein doing so as well. Mable reads it at the beauty shop, Del at the library and Audrey, first at the Style Shop, followed by Dorothy then Barb and so on until all have read the latest Life In The Village. Then Kay, writing me a fan letter, and Harold finding out his Mom was going to wear blue jeans. Many, many phone calls and compliments from strangers at the street corner. These I will remember but I will no longer be to able toKeep You Posted.
