Rebecca Rule is a full-time writer, humorist, storyteller, host for ten years of the NH Authors Series on NHPTV, currently host of Our Hometown on NHPTV. The author of a dozen books for children and adults, her latest is That Reminds Me of a Funny Story: a memoir, how-to, and compendium of yankee humor. For New Hampshire Magazine she writes a monthly humor column called “Ayuh.” Her daughter, Adi Rule, is also a writer.
Which reminds me of a family story.
This photograph of Pearly Pond was taken on University Drive in Rindge, N.H. on October 17, 2007 at 7:00 a.m. The camera setting were ISO 200, 1/100 second, and F5. A Nikon 18-200mm lens was used and set to the 35mm equivalent focal length of 43mm. The camera used was a NIKON D200 digital camera
Excerpts from Becky Rules’ blog for Rule’s Work
Katie told me this story. She works at an elementary school and one day a couple of fourth grade girls asked her a question she couldn’t answer. She said, “Let’s ask Miss Sargent.” One of the girls said, “She won’t know. She’s only a first grade teacher.”
Which reminded me of a visit to an elementary school in Concord years ago. I sat on the floor surrounded by kindergartners, explained all about being a writer, read a little something. Then I opened the floor to questions and comments. One earnest little boy’s hand shot into the air. I called on him. He said slowly and with great dignity: “You’re an author. And my name is Arthur.”
‘Nother time I was up in Berlin visiting elementary school classes. In the kindergarten class, the teacher introduced me as a “real live author.” A little one said, in wonder, “I can’t believe my eyes.”
Which reminds me of the story of the fourth grade teacher in a North Country town who woke Tommy, who was asleep at his desk. “I’m awful sorry, Mrs. Johnson,” Tommy said. “We was up all night burying moose bones.”
Sometimes I have to hear a story a couple three times before it sticks. This is particularly true of the subtle ones.
Anne Lunt reminded me that she’d told me the following story some years ago—but I’d almost forgotten it. Until she told it again last month. Mrs. Skillins, wife of Bert Skillins, was a dyed-in-the-wool yankee. Frugal in every way, of course. Every Saturday morning for decades Sarah came to the house to pick up the laundry, and returned the clothes cleaned and pressed on a Monday. This went on when the children were growing, when they went off to war or off to college, and eventually off to marry with children of their own.
At last, Sarah confronted Mrs. Skillins—“I’ve been taking care of your laundry,” she said, “for 38 years, and you never once said ‘Thank you’ or ‘You’re doing a good job.’ ”
Mrs. Skillins was taken aback: “I go on hirin’ you, don’t I?
This next story takes a minute to sink in. Well, it took me a minute. Peggy, who sat in the front row at my program at Presidential Oaks, very attentive, introduced herself afterwards and said she was quite deaf—and had been for a while. She ran a general store in a small town. One evening a young man approached her with a question. She thought he said, “Do you have any condos?”
“No,” she retorted, “they’re not allowed in this town!”
This photograph was taken on the Witt road in Jaffrey, NH on September 15, 2010 at 11:47am. The camera settings were 1/125th second at F/11. The ISO was set to 200. The lens used was a Nikon 28-300mm set to 62mm. The camera used was a NIKON D700 digital camera. Rebecca Rule’s Site