Posted by: emilyakin on: November 21, 2009
Posted by: emilyakin on: October 25, 2009
After 60+ years of life, two bachelor’s degrees, a master’s degree, and several continuing education classes, I’m still learning new things. Some of life’s lessons are best learned outside the classroom.
I’ve recently learned that:
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Posted by: emilyakin on: October 15, 2009
A few years ago, I sent this item to Reader’s Digest for their “Humor in Uniform” column, but I never heard back.
In the late 1960s, during the Vietnam era, we were stationed at a Navy security group base near Yokohoma, Japan. We were from the South. Everyone else was from New England, the upper Mid-West, or the West Coast.
AS the only”grits” in the group, we were subjected to endless teasing about our southern ways. They said, “You guys.” We said, “Y’all.” People would strike up a conversation with us just to hear us talk. We tried in vain to convince them that there were advantages to being “born Southern.”
Lowell Sanders, a colonel in the Tennessee Air National Guard and also the postmaster in our home town, flew a mission to Tokyo, but he didn’t have time to come to visit us. He decided to settle for a phone call. Luckily, my husband was on duty when the call came in.
“Hey, guys—get this,” said the man who took the call. “He has a phone call from Colonel Sanders.”
Posted by: emilyakin on: October 8, 2009
Like all parents of female freshmen at large universities, my friends were concerned about their daughter’s safety, particularly walking on campus at night. The daughter mentioned that she went to the church-related student center to study with friends until it closed at 11:00 p.m. each evening.
“You’re not walking back to the dorm alone at that hour, are you?” the mom asked.
“O, Mom…don’t worry,” the daughter said. “Some of the guys walk back to the dorms with us. No one leaves the activities center without an escort.”
When the parents attended parents weekend activities, their daughter introduced them to some of the young men who served as escorts.
“Mom, Dad—this is Harry. He’s one of the guys who walks us to the dorms at night,” she said.
Harry was 5 feet 2 inches tall, and he had a broken arm complete with an enormous cast.
The father, eyes wide in astonishment, turned away at the first opportunity and whispered to his wife, “He’s the bodyguard? Why, he’s not as big as she is! He might be useful as a witness if something were to happen, but that’s about it.”
Posted by: emilyakin on: September 14, 2009
The waitress who served us for lunch was asked how long she had been waiting tables. She said it had been almost 50 years.
Then, she said, “When I finish my training, they’re going to start paying me.”
Posted by: emilyakin on: September 4, 2009

I have questions. Is this somebody’s idea of a joke, or is it a redneck storm shelter? Is it a whole school bus or just the back end? Are the seats still inside? Does it have electricity? How many people can it hold?
It’s true that, just a few years ago, a super-tornado passed near the small town where this curiosity is located. So, I have to assume it is a storm shelter. I really don’t know how long it’s been there, but I can’t help but chuckle every time I see the photo.
I think I would change one thing about it, though. I think I would change “Emergency Exit” to “Emergency Entrance.”
Posted by: emilyakin on: August 16, 2009
A few years back, our pastor devised a skit on the story of Simeon (Luke 2:25-35). A church member and her new baby were to play Mary and the Baby Jesus. Another member played Joseph, while the pastor played Simeon.
The “holy family” was to go through the basement under the sanctuary to enter from the back door when the spotlight turned in that direction. The spotlight would follow them from down the aisle to meet Simeon on the dais. The cue for the spotlight would be when the pastor said, “Where is Messiah?”
Wouldn’t you know, the basement lights were off? The Baby Jesus and his escorts had to hunt for the light switch before making their way through the basement area, up the stairs, and into their place at the back of the sanctuary.
Simeon recited his scripted speech in his best preacher voice. Then, he intoned, “Where is Messiah?” The spotlight appeared on cue. No one was there.
Simeon ad-libbed, “Oh, Lord, I am an old man. I’ve waited soooo long for Messiah! Surely the time is now. WHERE IS MESSIAH?” Still nothing. After a couple of more ad-libs, finally Baby Jesus and his entourage appeared in the spotlight.
Simeon exclaimed, “Thank you, Lord. Messiah is here!” While some were trying to stifle their giggles, the rest of the audience was thanking the Lord on the pastor’s behalf.