A Living Treasure

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Today's topic: Me! I'm a Living Treasure!

Yesterday was some sort of Jewish holiday, so the schools around here were closed. I am willing to spend one day -- one day -- per year at the seashore. Yesterday was that day.

My daughters and I toddled off to Ocean City, New Jersey. The weather was glorious, and about half of the stores were open. We had a super duper time together. It was a joy watching them cavort in the surf (close to shore), even though I dislike the beach because it's:
1. Where the water runs uphill, which ain't nacheral to a hillbilly gal like me.
2. Sand is composed of tiny itty bitty bits of Appalachian Mountains, ground up way too fine.

My daughter The Spare wanted some Johnson's Popcorn. With a name like that, you know it's the best in the world. So we got to the popcorn shop while it was still open. The Spare bought a small tub (nicely packaged for Samhain). Inspired by the name of the enterprise, I purchased an extra large tub (also nicely packaged for Samhain).

At day's end we were walking up the boards toward the municipal parking lot. We saw a threesome admiring the view near the community pier. I heard one of the gentlemen speak, and he had an Australian accent. Since he didn't use "youse" in a sentence, I concluded he was a tourist.

The couple with him asked where we had gotten the Johnson's popcorn. Alas, it was a mile and a half back down the boardwalk, and the hour neared 5:30. You could see they were disappointed. They wanted their friend to have some.

So I gave him mine.

The couple pleaded with me to let them pay for it. I wouldn't hear of it. They kept pressing until the Aussie gent told them to stop, clearly the sweet lady (moi) wanted to do a good deed.

As my daughters and I walked away, I heard the gent from Down Under say: "It's been this way for me everywhere I've gone in America. That woman. Oh, so kind. She's a living treasure."

Boy, did I tease my daughters about that! I've been making them call me "Living Treasure" ever since!

In everything I do I attempt to honor the bored gods and goddesses, most especially Queen Brighid the Bright. So rightly I think they're the Living Treasures, not me.

Just don't tell my daughters.

FROM ANNE
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS