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You’re sure you really want to know about me?
Well, I guess I should start with the fact that I’m a seeker.
That’s what I am as well as who I am. Always have been, from my earliest memories. Most kids drive their parents nuts when they go through that “Why?” stage. I was no different, except I never outgrew it. My mom always said I was going to be the death of her. Why is still the most important word in my vocabulary.
My actual title is “Reporter.” I work for the local rag, it’s not much, only comes out twice a week. But it’s a job, well, actually, I guess it’s a little more than a job, you see, I’m also the owner, editor, printer and distributor. It’s a one-man, uh, make that one-woman, shop.
But it lets me ask all the questions I want, and believe me, I do. Funny, how people will say almost anything to get their name in print. They all want their 15 minutes, don’t they?
So I’m the one in the know. I know all the answers around here, and there are a few that call me a “Know it all” but I don’t think they mean it as a compliment.
But what’s a gal to do, I mean, it gets pretty difficult to decide where the line is sometimes, that nebulous line between gossip and truth.
You see, there’s also another side to me. I’m a Christian. That means I have this list of do’s and don’ts that are more than just social suggestions to me. So that makes reporting an art. I have to apply my skills of discernment and seek the truth of the matter. Then I have to decide if it should be reported or not. I mean, take, for example, the fact that pretty much everyone knows that there’s a certain couple that are meeting for more than coffee, if you know what I mean. So, do I look into it, and tell the story, or do I decide that it would do more harm than good if I printed it?
Than there’s the story of Betty Lou’s Blueberry Buckle. She’s taken the Blue Ribbon at the County fair for longer than I care to comment on—it’s not polite to give away a ladies age, after all—up till this year.
This was the year of the upset; Anna Mae won the Blue Ribbon, for a Blueberry Buckle that was remarkably similar to Betty Lou’s. Now this was a story I could sink my teeth into, pun intended.
For years Betty Lou and Anna Mae have been, or more correctly, were, best of friends. They were part of a card group that got together every week to play Bunco. Well, from what I’ve been able to find out so far, things must have gotten a little out of hand the week the games were being hosted by Betty Lou.
Betty Lou started in on Anna Mae, bragging about how she was obviously the best baker in the county. Now, everybody knows that Betty Lou keeps her prize-winning recipes in a locked box in her kitchen, to keep them safe from snoops. But Anna Mae was determined to find a way to get a copy of that Blueberry Buckle recipe. Mary Ann insists that she saw Anna Mae snooping around near the kitchen shelf where the recipe box was kept.
Now this was a real mystery that needed to be solved. Did Anna Mae succeed in getting into that locked recipe box, as Betty Lou insists she must have, or do we believe Anna Mae’s declarations of innocence?
So in an effort to dig a little deeper, I talked to Anna Mae’s daughter. It seems that they made a trip to the city that same week, where they visited an elderly aunt. This aunt Mabel just happened to have been a prize-winning baker back in her prime. I talked to Anna Mae again, and she broke down and confessed to sneaking a peak at the Blueberry Buckle recipe. The surprise ending though was that the recipe she looked at wasn’t Betty Lou’s; it was Aunt Mabel’s.
So, I had found the truth, and of course I dared to print it. It was quite a feather in my cap.
So, now it’s your turn, why don’t you tell me a little something about yourself?
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