Unless my memory has failed, the first time I ever read THAT word was on a Memorial Day weekend trip from my grammer’s house to the Frederick Remington museum in Ogdensburg, New York. Bet nobody here in the MMP ever knew that the famous painter/sculpter of cowboys and Indians actually lived on the banks of the St. Lawrence River. “Indian and cowyboy painters live out west in some square state,” you would say. Quite the contrary! Uh, huh, he lived in the house turned museum in Ogdensburg, and there among the paintings and sculptures was a sketchbook opened to a page where Fred wrote notes about THAT word mosquitoes. It had little tiny pencil drawings of lots of skeeters. There was nothing for it but I had to look up THAT word when I got back to grammer’s, seein’ as I was a tad worried about what THAT word skeeters might be carryin’ and all. Only it just means that the skeeters were everywhere alla time. Unbridled relief overcame me cause at grammers house, the grandkids was allus getting bit by THAT word skeeters. So there’s this week’s MMP and THAT word is indeed in there sommers.
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