See­ing Mary­land’s state dog

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Anne Roe, the daugh­ter of my late good friend down Queen­stown way, Benny Lane, sent me a photo of Quee­nie, Benny’s fa­vorite Ch­e­sa­peake Bay Re­triever, and the one he took to the Mary­land Leg­is­la­ture to con­vince the law­mak­ers to make the re­triever breed the Mary­land state dog. It may even be a shot I snapped of Quee­nie when I was down vis­it­ing Benny one time or an­other. Anne said Quee­nie was “a great dog,” and that she even has a pic­ture of her hang­ing over her fire­place at home in Dover.

••• FEW MORE BROWER NOTES I thought we had fin­ished talk­ing about Frank Brower and son Buddy, but an­other faith­ful read­er­friend out West, who shall re­main name­less for the time be­ing, sent me a few more pages of Frank from the In­ter­net, plus notes she added on her own.

Not only was Frank buried in Sudlersville Ceme­tery, but so was his wife, the for­mer Marion Mer­rick. He died in 1960 and his wife, 10 years later. My cor­re­spon­dent goes on to talk about Miss Fan­nie Mer­rick, who taught her in Sudlersville schools.

She writes: “She was a tiny per­son and loved by ev­ery­one. If you didn’t re­mem­ber your teach­ers, you re­mem­bered Miss Fan­nie. She and Anna Har­ri­son were the long­est tenured teach­ers.”

She went on to write: “Mr. Rogers Smith was our guid­ance coun­selor. In my com­mer­cial course, we had to make up an ap­pli­ca­tion man­ual. I still have that book­let with a ‘let­ter of rec­om­men­da­tion’ dated May 18, 1959 from Mr. Smith. In ad­di­tion to men­tion­ing my cour­ses and ex­tracur­ric­u­lar ac­tiv­i­ties, he men­tioned I only missed six days in six years. You can tell I liked school and car­ried that through­out my work­ing ca­reer. I would not have missed those six days, but in the 10th grade I had the mumps.”

My cor­re­spon­dent sent along sev­eral pages of Brower’s base­ball his­tory from the “Base­ball Almanac.” It ex­plained his nickname of Turkey­foot. Seems that his nickname as a child was “Tuckey,” but sports writ­ers thought he said “Turkey” be­cause of his South­ern ac­cent. Later it was changed to Turkey­foot be­cause he was so fast.

Frank played first base and the out­field in three years with the old Wash­ing­ton Se­na­tors and two with the Cleve­land In­di­ans. He bat­ted ta­ble. The other morn­ing a weird wood­pecker kept my at­ten­tion for more than 10 min­utes. It may have been longer but I was called away.

Any­way, he/she was a large red­breasted bird that flew down on the ground some 8 or 10 feet from the feeder pole into a small area where crab­grass was grow­ing. The bird would hop around, then peck rapidly in the ground three or four times, look up, move quickly and do the peck­ing fast again. I never did see any­thing in his beak any time he raised his head.

Ruth said he must be find­ing worms, but I never did see any. I can’t imag­ine why he pecked away at the ground when his suet cake was at­tached to the finch feeder pole only a few feet away.

But it was just an­other joy we have watch­ing our feathered friends from our breakfast ta­ble in the morn­ings.

••• HAVE A LAUGH Got a kick out of a joke that I no­ticed in a re­cent is­sue of AARP Mag­a­zine. Maybe it will give you a laugh also. It went like this:

Q — What’s green, fuzzy, has four legs and would kill you if it fell out of a tree and landed on you? A — A pool ta­ble. Well, I thought it was funny!

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