Welcome a new blogger -- Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Today I'd like to introduce a new writer to this blog. For those of you familiar with Minnesota Moments, this will be a familiar name. Audrey Kletscher Helbling, our southern Minnesota correspondent, will now also be a blogger for us. Audrey is an exceptional writer and Minnesota Moments has been fortunate to have her writing for it since the beginning.
Below is Audrey's first submission to this blog. For those of you who read the March/April issue of Minnesota Moments, you'll know that Audrey enjoys hanging clothes on her line outdoors as much as she can. Go figure. I'm just the opposite. Anyhow, welcome, Audrey!
A good reason to use the clothesline
I love writing. It can be especially fun when I’m writing about a passion — like hanging laundry on a clothesline. I’m an avid clothes-hanger-outer, just like the three women I interviewed for a story in the March/April issue of Minnesota Moments.
But once in awhile, like on rainy days and in the winter, I’m forced to use my dryer. One Tuesday morning in late November (maybe it was early December), I was multi-tasking, washing and drying laundry between writing. It was one of those first really cold
mornings of the season with a temperature of 8 degrees. I hadn’t used my dryer in weeks and just a day earlier I had hung clothes outdoors in balmy 30-degree sunshine.
As is common along the busy street where I live, I heard the approaching sounds of wailing sirens about mid-morning. I didn’t bother to look up from my keyboard, until the screeching stopped, eerily close to my house. That caught my attention. I looked out the window, directly at a fire truck. This isn’t good I thought as a fireman walked toward my house. I sniffed the air. No smoke smell. But maybe flames were shooting out of my attached garage.
I hurried to the door. “What are you doing here?” I asked the fire fighter.
“Are you using your dryer?” he asked, peering around the corner of my house to the north side, where steam billowed out of the dryer vent.
“Yes,” I answered.
Water dripped from the hose atop the fire truck as he inspected the vent and then walked leisurely back to my front door.
“You scared the fill in the blank here out of me,” I blurted.
“You scared us too,” he answered, then headed back to his rig and to the station to await his next “fire” call.
Audrey

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