Sunday, March 11, 2007
There are some things I just never expect to go away. One of those was Osmond's Pies. It has been a landmark in Stow for as long as I can remember. But this weekend the store closed because of lack of sales. D and I decided that we should have a last pie or two. It would seem everyone in town had the same idea. D had a nice conversation with Mrs. Osmond. He had two of her children in the Stow High School Band.
We also have another connection with the Osmonds. Howard Osmond was a fireman in Stow until he had heart trouble. Then he became everyone's plumber. He came to our house when Katherine was about two. She was drawing, and Mr. Osmond commented on what a wonderful piece of artwork it was. For that reason, I always kept it.
It became known by our family as the only picture of a gurkeysnoot in existence in the world. Other legends developed because of the gurkeysnoot picture. I often told the girls to "Gurk their snoots in the proper places" when they went out. Marie will not say the word in my presence. It is just another of those weird Willis things.
I shall always remember the Osmonds, their wonderful pies, and the infamous gurkeysnoot.