Seeing Maryland’s state dog
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!