The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-01-25
How William TrumbuiI Described !
Msdss to the New Neishbors, "AII
Excited Bout You Moving"

Excited Bout You Moving"
I shall not soon forget the day
moved from the Brennan house on the
outskirts of the little village Of Mar
win to the home Dicky had bought on
| one of the principal streets Of the
quaint old town.
AS I look back on It it seems Ike a
24-hour nightmare. for It took US the
whole of that time 10 make good our
| promise to get every bit Of our house
| hold goods away from the Brennan
| gate by noon, the time our lease ex-
pired.
/ The worst part of the work Of course
was DIchy's collection" of old books
and periodicals. Because the movers
had disappointed us, the time Of jim,
our man OF all work, was taken up
with getting the furniture from one
house to another by means of the
horse and wagon no had secured
Katie was busy with the thousand
and one little domestic details of NOV
ing day. so Dickys collection" was
left to the tender mercies of William
TrumbuIl, the half-witted old villager,
who had n dog-like devotion for our
monage and myself. I had ordered
dozens OF sheets of heavy wrapping
paper, as many small boxes as I
could persuade the grocer to sell, and
an abundance of strong cord. Envel-
oping myself in a dust cap and apron,
and pulling on an old pair Of gloves
worked vigorously putting the maya
zines and books into the boxes for
William to nail up, put on his push
cart and trundle through ankle deep
mud to the other house.
1t was when I had finished the task
and had turnad to the files of news
papers that my heart almost failed me
there were so many of them! Dcky
saved magazine sections from almost
every big newspaper in the country.
He would never allow one to he de-
stroyed, saying that some day he in
tended to clip and file them, and that
he then would have one Of the mosbI
valuable collections Of clippings ex-
tant. But I had lived with Dicky long
enough to realize that the day Of fill
ing and clipping would never come.
"Folks All Excited"
However, I had promised him to
send them all over without the loss
Of a single one, and I wrestled with
the mass almost wrote mess-with
q growing feeling of nervousness. and
headache, that, beginning mildly,
threatened to eliminate me completely
from the moving before the day should
be over.
William Trumbulrs accounts Of the
comments Of the nearest neighbOrs of
our new home didn't tend to lessen my
nervousness, although I had to smile
in spite of myself at the tales he
brought back.
'sFoIks all excited bout your movin'
In, Mis- Gramie," he said on his return
from his second trip. Il tell you their
eyes was jest glued to their windows. |
[ guess they never saw anybody NOV
ing such lot of things with a push |
cart They looked at me as If I was
some circus Teller or somethin', but !
didn't care"
He tried hard to give an effect of
nonchalence, but the poor old chap |
was so puffed up with his sudden in |
PRODUCTION TO the Hmelight of public !
scrutiny that he could hardly stop |
talking about it and attend to the i
tying up of the bundles of newspapers, |
for the bulkier of which 1 had TO have /
his help. And when he started away |
with his second push cart load he |
fairly ran so anxious was he TO show |
off in his new found occupation.
He came back grinning widely from |
4 later trip.
What William Said
Folks jest can't stand it eny long |
err" he announced. They jest had to
come down to the road and ask me
who's movin' in. One woman, she |
wanted to know If there was a rag
picker coming into their neighbor-
hood, and another one she put her
nose up like this, and she says: What
perfectly impossible people they must
BET, I guess mebbe they don't like so
many newspapers a coming" he went !
on naively Il never did see so many
myself in all my life"
What did you tell them when they
asked about us?" said curiously.
why. I told them the truth" He
looked UP at me with such a trustful.
look in his poor, sight
ed eyes, that I forgaye him the de-
his next words showed he
had given our new neighbors.
Il said you were awful nice folks"
ne said earnestly. I told him your
husband was a painter painted signs,
[ guessed down town. and that you
worked once a week in a laundry, in
the city, but I guessed you were going