Patty Winn
Long ago, Maggie, Bev Turner, and I went to Moonshine for lunch. When she needed to use the restroom she was shocked there was only an outhouse to meet such needs. She was afraid to go in with the door closed. Thus, she made me stand in the open doorway to guard both her privacy and her fear. When she finally came out, she used several wipes from the first aid kit to ensure her hands were clean. Then, when we got our sandwiches and sat down to eat, a fly landed on her nose. She blamed the outhouse. Bev and I blamed the adjoining pasture. Then it was pun upon pun, witicism mingled with laughter. We laughed for over an hour. On the way home, Maggie said she had one of the best lunch experiences of her life. We all started laughing again and both Maggie and I went our pants. She made me promise not to tell that story until she was in heaven. If I went first, she would tell on me. We shared much laughter through the years. She was a wonderful lady, and Sister in Christ Jesus. I love her. Patty Winn