WHAT A WASTE TO LOSE ONE’S MIND

 

I’m Bea Bell and me, my friends Connie Palmer and Hattie Collier, and my mother-in-law Fanny Collier, were remembering some of the language dyslexia of one of our former politicians.  One verbal fumble was when he tried to quote the slogan of the United Negro College Fund.  He said, “What a waste it is to lose one’s mind.”  We laughed but then we thought that maybe he didn’t have it all wrong. 

A year or so ago we discontinued our blog because as fictional characters we had to bow to the wishes of our creators, authors L. Barnett Evans and C. V. Rhodes.  They wanted to create a serious blog entitled We Write Book Reviews.  The idea was that they would review novels in which the characters were at least 40 years old or older.  Finding books within that criterion proved to be harder than they thought.

You don’t have to be amateur sleuth like the three of us to discover that we still have a following and maybe our blog should have continued.  Believe me, after all these months of silence, you bet we have plenty to say.  We have accepted an apology from Evans and Rhodes, who apparently lost their minds, and will pick up our blog from where we left off. 

Take heart you readers that still have a sense of humor, you readers who have discovered that most people don’t have the sense God gave a goose, and you readers who are disgruntled with the supposed intelligence of those that run industry and the government.  We are here to speak our minds.  After all a mind is a terrible thing to waste.

The ladies of Grandmothers, Incorporated are back.