One city councilman came into the store last week, while I was talking to councilman candidate, Bill Loader. He asked me what comments I had been hearing about the new colors. I told them that one lady came in the store and said that it looked "just heavenly," and yet another customer commented that "it looked like the north end of a south bound greyhound dog."

I assured them that there was one good thing about the paint; it would eventually grow on us and we would then be accustomed to the new change.

I recall about twenty years ago when they painted the old metal bridge at the new green belt park a color that looked pinkish. There was an uprising. The newly painted bridge was written about and photos published in all of the newspapers. The publicity and complaints resulted in a change in color of the bridge.

I also remember when I was on the city council back in the 1960's, and the water abruptly went off on a Sunday afternoon. My phone rang all afternoon and evening, as people called to complain about the unexpected interruption in the water service. It seems that everyone in town had been taking a shower when the water went off. They all had to dry off with soap on their skin with little or no rinse water. I just couldn’t figure out how so many people in such a small town were all taking a shower on a Sunday mid-afternoon. I guess, it was a good excuse to get their point across.

I use the same approach today when I am interrupted during the evening news or when I am comfortably watching my favorite show on tv, by an unexpected call from a solicitor. They are always wanting to sell me something, like another satellite (I only have two now). After the long uninterrupted conversation, I simply reply, "Whoops, I am in the shower and my phone is getting wet."

Any ways, I think we will all become accustomed to the new color. I think the new color dominates the beautiful copper domes that so proudly do their part in the beautification of the old city hall. I can’t live in a glass house too much, because many may not like the color on the west side of the street.

At the same time councilman Coffey was in the store, he asked where I got all of the old stuff that I frequently write about came from. So that old story went on as I explained that when Jackie and I decided to move into my grandmother’s old house, we didn’t like the old jute backed linoleum rugs that were in the living and dining rooms. We decided to replace them with new carpet. As we were removing the old rugs, we discovered that there was about a half inch layer of old Aubrey newspapers and old photos spread out under the old rugs. Jackie and I went out and took all of the papers out of the trailer of trash and gathered them up to keep for future reading.

I have them stored in file cabinets now and do enjoy reading them now as Jackie had said that I would when we found them.

The photo is one that Lillie Housden Nations provided me back during 1967, when Aubrey celebrated its 100-year anniversary. We had a small museum temporarily during the celebration. The building that housed the museum was provided by Wilson Brown, and that was the last time this building was used for any purpose other than its present day use.

Remember the Cherokee Indian Heritage Day that will be held at 2800 W. Blackjack Road, on Saturday, April 17, 2004, from 10:00 a.m. till. We still have some raffle tickets for the blanket available for sale in the hardware store.