BOX SUPPER

Across the Fence 



By Arvord Abernethy 

One could almost call the Woman’s Council Box Supper a community picnic, going by all the fun and fellowship the people were having. 

Mary and I thought that we would like to go down and just see what all was going on. She asked what there would be to sit on and I told her that there was a concrete fence, so we took our folding lawn chairs along. 

What a surprise (or should it have been?) when we got there and found everything fixed up so well. There were flags and hanging lanterns to give the grounds a festive atmosphere. There were tables placed all over the west courthouse grounds and they were covered with red checkered tablecloths. There were plenty of chairs around the tables. 

This side of the grounds is covered with a fine turf of St. Augustine grass that the ladies set out last year. We are all proud of the grounds. When you are driving through other county seats, check their courthouse grounds. Our will rank above most of them. 

It didn’t take us long to get a wiff of tasty smelling hot dogs. I went over to the stand and bought a couple. You should have seen the pretty red wagon that was being used for the stand. These hot dogs were not the ready-fixed, all alike hot dogs one usually finds at such occasion. The steaming hot dog was placed on a bun and you had your choice of mustard, mayonnaise, pickle relish and possibly other things to fix it just like you wanted it. There were plenty of cold drinks to go with the hot dogs. 

The auction of the baskets soon got under way and that was a very spirited occasions. Thanks to the people with open hearts and open pocketbooks, the baskets sold real well. And the baskets were dressed up for a style show. I didn’t see a single shoe box wrapped in red crepe paper like I used to see at box suppers. 

Speaking of some old time box suppers, sometimes the fellows would know what box a certain girl brought and who planned to buy it. They would gang up on him and run the bidding up on him before taking out. It might even run up to $10.00 which meant a lot of money back then. 

Certainly the Woman’s Council felt that their efforts were a success in every way. This was a good demonstration of how much fun (and work) there van be in putting over a community project. 

Did you ever notice how much more you appreciate and take care of things you do for yourselves, rather than expecting someone else to do it for you?

Shared by Roy Ables

ACROSS THE FENCE