Tails from the Spell Chequer

Have several things on my mind this morning as I sit at my computer trying to turn a few thoughts into a column. This is my fourth bit for newspapers this a. m. so I’m off to a good start for a Monday morning. It is only 9:05 a.m. Sometimes the words come hard. I’m going to mention several Crosby area friends this week and all of them are of the opposite sex. I know where to make friends!!

Received an e-mail from my good friend Irene Cook who, if my memory serves correct, serves as a librarian at work. Irene sends me an e-mail every now and then giving me Crosby updates and items she things I might find of general interest. Last week she sent a poem about the computer “spell checker.”

That is every computer user’s right arm these days and particularly of use to me, a rather poor speller for a writer. I use the spell check on every sentence, every page and every article. It does its job. Here is Irene’s poem contribution.

Eye halve a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it to say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I’m shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it’s weigh,
My chequer tolled me so.

Irene’s e-mail brought a big smile to my face when I read this and I thought you might enjoy it as well. That poem is also somewhat of an indictment of the English language. Irene and I are early service church buddies at Crosby Methodist and also pass frequently while walking our dogs on Sea Palms Drive.
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Speaking of dogs, I’ve got to tell a little story on another good friend, Georgia Hayes, a neighbor of our son Dave. We all spoil our dogs as they become part of their family.

Georgia has joined this group with her two little dogs. They love to travel, as does our Maggie, and get a little down in the face when Georgia starts to leave in the car. So Georgia loads them both in the car and takes them on a quick trip around the block before going about her duties of the day. Nice going Georgia. The dogs then seem satisfied. Our Maggie just jumps with joy when she knows she is going to get to go for a ride.
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A last but not least item. Another good friend, Jo Pyle, sent me an e-mail a couple of weeks ago informing me, and others, she has moved from Crosby to Houston. Jo, another member of Crosby Methodist, was the first visitor to Dave’s Sea Palms home a few days after he moved in nearly seven years ago. I’m miss seeing Jo’s face around Crosby.

Such are the people, places and things that have touched my life in my home!