– A.H. Weiler
I’ve got a mystery, and perhaps you can help me solve it.
Do you know who this woman is?
I was trying to find a photograph of Martha Lester, the wonderful Harrisburg teacher of the previous century for whom an elementary school was once named.
I called the school system office, and they told me to call Benton Starks, who said he wasn’t sure whether they had a photo of Martha, but they did have a framed photo of someone collected from the old Martha Lester School when it was closed years ago.
But there was no name.
I don’t think it’s Martha. The clothing style looks more like the 1940s or ’50s. I imagine she was either a longtime principal or teacher at the school.
Send me an e-mail with your thoughts.
FROM THE OLD TO THE NEW: I was standing in the den on Sunday afternoon and sending a text message from my smartphone to my sister in Louisiana.
When finished, I looked up and saw my son sitting in a chair sending a text message to a friend about the evening’s social plans.
I turned to point out our simultaneous texting to my wife and saw that she had just finished sending a text to a neighbor about whatever it is she and the neighbor discuss.
“This nuclear family has gone digital,” I announced.
“So?” they both said.
“So,” I replied, “it explains why it’s quieter around here.”
BUT NOT THAT QUIET: My son is home from college, and his cellphone is usually chirping like a shoebox for chicks. Sometimes he ignores it. Sometimes he responds. His hearing-challenged parents have yet to discern the differences in the little beep alerts. But give us a few months …
VIDEO HISTORY LESSON: Want to see a video of a handsome Augusta newspaper man discussing city architecture? Check out this YouTube link: youtu.be/OZDl3ZY0Qr4
YOUR MAIL: Pat and Wayne Fuller, of North Augusta, visited Washington, D.C., to “baby-sit our granddaughter. Cherry Blossoms were just past prime.” They also did some sightseeing in Virginia, but said they were ready to return to “lower gas prices and warmer weather.”
TODAY’S JOKE: “Dad,” said Little Johnny, “I’m late for ball practice. Would you please do my homework for me?”
“Son,” the father said seriously, “it just wouldn’t be right.”
“That’s OK, Dad,” replied Little Johnny, “but you could at least give it a try, couldn’t you?”