CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS
SIX CAMELS FOR YOUR WIFE, SIR…
“Is that your wife?” the Omen* citizen asked the West Virginian I’ll call Tom.
“Yes, she is my wife.”
“I’ll give you six camels for her.”
Tom declined the offer.

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Tom and Joan were on a cruise to the Mideast. Their bus passed a desert area where the women were totally covered except for the slit of their eyes and their fingertips. There was a line of camels off the roadside. The driver stopped and told the tourists they could get off the bus to have their pictures taken with the camels.
Tom further explained that a few days earlier his wife had visited an Asian beauty salon where the beautician didn’t speak English and Joan didn’t speak the Asian language. The net result was that she entered a brunette and exited a blonde, a hair color which she retained well after the cruise ended.
While Joan posed with a camel, the Omen man approached her and gently ran his fingers over her golden curls, after which he offered Tom his barter.
Later, Tom wondered if he should have bartered—perhaps the Omen man believed his wife, whom I’ll call Joan, was really worth ten to twelve camels.
He also wondered what the logistics would be had he accepted the offer. How many camels would he be allowed to keep in his cabin? Where would the other camels be kept? What would he feed them? Would he be allowed to keep them on his property in Southwestern Pennsylvania?
This story entertained me while I volunteered at a Ligonier Valley (PA) Historical Society fundraising event, the Festival of Trees. There were only a few persons visiting the event at the time. While I was talking with some of them, Tom asked me if I wanted to hear a story. Since camels are reported to have been present at Jesus’ birth, and are an item in every Nativity set, it seemed appropo to hear a story about camels.
Bizarrely, though, the afternoon included four more camel stories.

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Camels seemed to like Tom’s wife. On another cruise, this time in Australia, Joan and another female traveler accepted a camel ride.
“Camel rides aren’t smooth, like horse rides,” Tom noted, elaborating that when the women dismounted the camels at the end of their ride they were vibrating. Even so, each woman claimed a camel cheek and stood there stroking it. The women invited Tom over to join them.
“I noticed the camel’s mouth was juxta-positioning to spit,” Tom said. “Since the camel was giving me the eye, I knew it was preparing to send a burning spitball at me. I backed off.”
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“Watch out for camels or they’ll spit on you when you aren’t looking!”
There are two misrepresentations in the statement above. First, camels do (more…)
Air Raid Signal Responses
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CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS
AIR RAID SIGNAL RESPONSES
Monte Holland
Individual Action: Air Burst of an Atomic Bomb.
This statement from a picture of a 1950 Government Printing Office card, posted on Pennsylvania’s Ligonier Living blog by blog manager Diane Cipa, reminded me of the days when we thought more about nuclear attacks than we do today.
Another reminder of those days is a sci-fi program The Shelter. This Rod Serling tale is part of the annual New Year’s Day The Twilight Zone’s marathon. The episode will air at 10:00 a.m., January 1, 2011, on the Syfi TV Channel.
These reminders bring me back to when I was a kid many years ago, in the late 1940’s and early 1950’s. I was growing up in Gouverneur, a small town in Northern New York. Like other towns, ours had a volunteer fire department. Red call boxes were located around the town, to be tripped in case of (more…)