Meeting Mr. Gaunt, Mr. Gaunt, Mr. Gaunt and Mr. Gaunt

Something wonderful happened today.  I met  Mr. Gaunt. Four of them!

I live in a historical house. It has the sweetest spirit, I think it’s Amanda Gaunt’s spirit. When this house was built in 1876 by Wheeling Gaunt, it was a testament to the ability of humans to make dreams come true. Wheeling and Amanda Gaunt were slaves in Kentucky during the 1800’s.

My husband and I have done a lot of digging into the Gaunt History since we moved in. We’ve been nose deep in large old books with horrible handwriting about deeds, last wills and census lists. In our pursuit to solve the mystery, we traveled to Carrollton Kentucky on the Ohio river, to sleuth out tiny family cemetery plots, an old homestead and strained our eyes reading reels of old newspapers on microfilm.  It’s been fun! But in the end, we haven’t been able to learn as much as we hoped. No juicy letters or faded old pictures of Amanda! I’m still hoping for that. I live in her house, I find myself imagining what she felt like when she first walked into her own house, a beautiful, sturdy, substantial house, after all the years of being a slave.  I want to see Amanda.

We did find out that Wheeling drove a wagon and ran errends for his owners’ Haberdashery shop in Carrolton . He was allowed to earn extra money by blacking boots and peddling apples after his work for his owner was done. Mr. Gaunt was a determined, hard working man. By 1845 after 32 years as a slave, he had  saved $900.00, enough money to buy himself.

His owner, John Gaunt, may have been his father, but we have no proof. Wheeling was listed in the census as mulatto, (we have a grand old photograph of him as an old man.)  According to his second wife, Elizabeth Nichols,when he was 4, his mother was sold to a slave trader who was heading south.  Wheeling never saw her again. After he earned his freedom, he stayed in Carrollton and worked hard driving wagons as a teamster and working on other farms.  He began to buy property, some with buildings, including some in Carrollton’s commercial district.

He remained in Carrollton, to work and earn more money to purchase the freedom of 2 more slaves. One was a young man, Nick and the other was his wife Amanda Gaunt. He purchased Amanda in 1850, for $500.00.  Later he realized, that by buying her, she was his property.  I wonder who brought that up first?  He had to formally file manumission papers to set her free. I’ve seen those papers and thought about what Amanda felt holding them in her hand.

Around 1860, Wheeling and Amanda came to Yellow Springs.  By 1876, they had built their home and now my home.  Amanda walked up these front steps and entered her own home.  Amanda died in my bedroom many years ago and is buried under a huge monument put up by her loving Wheeling in the local Cemetery. Many families have lived here since then, the last the Marshalls, who lived here for 50 years and raised their kids here. I keep a picture of Bobby Marshall on my desk.  Wonderful, strong woman, the kind that neighbors tell loving stories about.  I feel her spirit too here.  Now my Getaways’ office is here, with the loopy daisys I painted on the sky blue panels over the doors that Wheeling built for Amanda.

When Gaunt died in 1894, he left property to Yellow Springs (and  he also endowed Wilberforce College.  I think it was the the first black college in America).  He wanted the property to be rented and the money earned to be used to buy flour for the ‘poor and worthy widows’ in Yellow Springs.  On Christmas eve, 1894, the first sacks of flour were delivered to the widows.  Every year since then, the village continues the tradition (though now sugar and flour are delivered) of delivering flour and sugar at Christmas time, to all the local widows.

One of the quotes from a paper of the time said  ”Many wealthy men have died in this community but none perhaps will be remembered so long and so gratefully as Mr. Gaunt.”

So who were the four Mr. Gaunts I met yesterday?  They were a wonderful surprise.  Four brothers out on jaunt to find out about their past family.  One had already been to Carrollton to look up information about a great grandfather who left Kentucky as a youth. While looking up information in Carrollton, he came across a new name on property deeds from the area-Wheeling Gaunt.  Who was Wheeling?  The family history had been silent on this name.  But after more searching, they found him not just as owning property but listed as property, a slave.  And they believe, like us, that Wheeling was their relative (they also had fun comparing the ears in the picture of Wheeling , with one of the brothers’ rather large ‘Gaunt ears’) and here they were in Yellow Springs following his trail.

Now the interesting thing is in Wheeling Gaunt’s will he left $1.00 to any relative that came looking for him.  Over all these years no one has…until now.  So it looks like we will be sending off $4.00 in the near future. Yikes! Should that include interest?

Tags: Carrollton Kentucky, Christmas sugar and flour to widows tradition in Yellow Springs, Elizabeth Nichols of Xenia, Gaunt Park, Ohio, Ohio river, slave history, Wheeling Gaunt, Yellow Springs

Swapping Myths With Mark

I stopped in at Rita Caz, a local jewelry store in king’s Yard, to finally get my necklace fixed.
I’m very fond of Rita Caz.
When we first moved to Yellow Springs my mother-in-law, who had Alzheimer’s, had just gone into Friends Care, (a wonderful local nursing home.). We were all trying our best to make the move be a happy one. Dad noticed that mom was fussing over her ring finger and looking like she was in pain. He was worried that her wedding ring was too tight and hurting her hand. I immediately went to Rita Caz and explained the problem to Talitha Greene. She dropped everything she was doing, and grabbed her coat, calling out to Mark, the owner of Rita Caz, that she was going to Friends Care and would be right back.
I found myself being whisked off in her car to Friends Care, where she very gently and efficiently cut off my mother-in-law’s ring. On my asking what I owed her, she said “nothing,” smiled and took off back to work.

Today as Mark was looking at my necklace, we got into a conversation about interesting people. I told him that my necklace was from my great Uncle Mark who was in advertising. The family lore was that he had invented the character of Aunt Jemima.
Mark matched my story with a great one of his own.
He had a longtime customer, who one day asked him if he knew that she owned a bank? She told him that it was just a little bank. Her 2 great aunts had started it. They had a small business selling their special cornbread mix. They called it a mix that you could make in a jiffy.
At this point I started to smile.
Finally they had designed a cute little box with the name Jiffy on it. Because they cared about their town they always used a local mill for the ingredients. It became very popular and they set up their little bank to handle all the money it made.
General Mills wanted to buy it from them. After thinking hard about it they agreed. But only as long as General Mills continued to use the local mill and that the money the corn bread mix made went through the little bank.
Mark said that this customer’s dad was on the board of the bank and when he died his stock came to her. She didn’t think much about it. Many years went by. One day, when she was in her eighty’s, she got a letter from the bank. It told her that in honor of the bank’s 70th anniversary they were going to give out a one time dividend to all the stock holders. It turned out to be a million dollars!
Mark says that they still make Jiffy cornbread at the same mill in that little town.
Now here’s a mystery, I looked up Jiffy on the Internet and found a completely different story. Life is so interesting. I wonder if I should look up the story of Aunt Jemima?
Oh Gad! I just looked up Aunt Jemima, and it’s a completely different story too!

Tags: Yellow spring

Behind the Scenes From Art On the Lawn

It was a day for memories. At 6:30 a.m. it was ominously hot.  Art on the Lawn has been put on by Village Artisans, an artist Co-Op in Yellow Springs, for 27 years.

It’s usually hot, it’s August… in Ohio. But we are on a beautiful grassy lawn with lots of shade trees and tents.  When we assign booth spaces, we consider whose work looks best in the sunlight (glass), who needs shade (paper under glass beads with moisture in the sun, not good/ dog artists need shade, more about Mozart later.) Who needs to be close to the street for unloading heavy art (ceramics, metal art.)   And of course, there are special requests, “same  space please,” does anyone remember what space they were in last year or the year before? Where are the old maps? “not that space again, shade, can I have shade?” Did Mills Lawn cut down that tree? Where will the shade be at what time of the day?  The hardest part is keeping all the same kinds of art separated so that there is a variety of art in each area.

Saturday morning, we were rubbing our eyes and sleepily setting up the cardboard trash bins and liners, putting out the registration and park diagonally signs and the hand sanitizing lotion and paper towels by the Porta Pots. The artists were starting to come before we were ready for them.  We  had to finish setting up our tables and cover them in maps that showed each booth’s spot and all the files for each of the 101 Artists.   Some of the artists had spent the night before in campers and were eager to get an early start.

Heavy loads were carted and wheeled to empty spots in the grass and tents started poking up everywhere. Not much coffee was asked for, which was good because the first socket didn’t work and it took an extra hour to get hot. We were all hot long before the coffee. Water bottles were being iced in 6 large coolers but artists were getting them warm to drink.  The donuts were consumed for sugar energy (lots of artists had been up for hours to drive to Yellow Springs and get there by 7 a.m..  It’s hard work packing, unpacking and setting up your tent.  But everyone was smiling, last minute changes in tent spaces were made, a little negotiating, a little mediating, some running back to Village Artisans because we forgot something, lots of trips to buy more ice.   Large food vendor trucks had to waved into place so that they could work, show off their food and tantalizing scents  but not block the artists tents, walkways or blow smoke into them.

All was in a bustle and then without knowing how the time flew by there were visitors amongst us, stopping to check out the tents, talk to the artists, admire the beauty and buy a handmade gift of art.

I met Mozart, the Great Dane that paints for the Great Dane Rescue organization. I think his girl friend was hanging out with him.  His paintings were beautiful.  What is Mozart thinking when he paints?

One of my favorite moments was listening to the clear , crystal notes coming from John Two Hawks’ Native American flute.  He performs with soul, crafts gorgeous flutes and composes peace- filled melodies that relax the atmosphere all around him. It’s like we all melted and stopped our rushing at the sound of his flute.

Of course we were melting anyway.  It really was hotter than usual. (We dreamed of but  never got to put our feet in the empty, icy waters of the coolers.  We had bought so many water bottles that we never ran out! )

Around 3 it looked like rain and artists started buttoning up their tents.  A few began taking down their tents.  In about 20 minutes it was pouring and we were bundled into tents, laughing, enjoying the temperature drop and hoping for a quick pass over storm. But it was not to be.  It did stop raining but the word was out another storm was coming.  The day was over.  Tents started coming down all over.

It was the first time in 10 years that it rained hard enough to stop Art On the Lawn. But oh did that rain feel good, and the breeze was yummy.  It takes Ohio heat to make you really appreciate an Ohio rain storm.   But all in all it was a splendid day- 101 Artists, lots of fun, talking with artists, laughing with artists, meeting new artists, greeting old friends and enjoying beautiful art work in many mediums.

Tags: Art Festival, Art On the Lawn, John Two Hawks, Mozart the painting Great Dane, setting up an art festival, Village Artisans, Yellow Springs

Living Green in Yellow Springs

Ok, it’s no longer called Living Green.  It’s now called eco•mental.   But I wanted “Living Green in Yellow Springs” for the title of this blog entry.  For that is what  this wonderful  woman-owned green living and eco friendly products store in Yellow Springs is all about.  But remember it’s eco•mental!

There are pretty things, useful things, outrageous things, posters and games, magnets and compost bins. This is a store that is always adding something new and interesting.  I get gifts here that I feel great about giving.  I find words to inspire me and help for my “what can I use,which is the best”questions.

CJ, one of the 2 owners is a delight to talk to.  She always makes me feel welcome.  On the front window is a hand lettered sign, that says it all- “No shoes, no shirt, have food or drink, need to change your baby, got your dog, come on in!”

Eco•mental is at 257 Xenia Avenue.  You can also order online at www.ecomentalstore.com but it’s worth the trip into Yellow Springs to browse the store in person.  Plus then you can grab a fabulous sandwich (they have the best hummus amongst many other delicious fresh goodies!) at Current Cuisine and sit at a sidewalk table and  enjoy life.  There is always something fun to do in Yellow Springs.

Tags: Current Cuisine, eco friendly products, eco mental, Living Green, shopping in Yellow Springs, woman-owned store, Yellow Springs

Falun Dafa in Yellow Springs

What is Falan Dafa?  That’s what I asked Denise at our Women’s Circle.  She has been going for a couple of weeks to a free class, at noon on Saturdays at the John Bryan Center.  She really likes it.  She basically described it as qigong but simpler. You are encouraged to do it in groups but she is also doing it at home (the Falan Dafa practitioners supplied her with a free video to watch at home.)   She finds it very soothing and centering.

Here’s the description I got from their flyer-  ”It’s a traditional Chinese qigong practice. It uses gentle movements and meditation to cultivate the body, mind and spirit. It consists of 5 simple exercises, which can be performed by anyone.” (I really liked that point.  I had a hard time remembering the movements for Tai Chi when I tried it. And felt a bit dorky, so didn’t go back.

“Falun Gong is based on the principles of Truth, Compassion and Tolerance.  Practitioners learn to let go of negative thoughts and behaviors and to view all conflicts not as difficulties but as opportunities to grow.”  (That’s what I needed to learn for the Tai Chi class!)

“Relieves stress and Creates Harmony-Improves Health and Cleanses the Body-Increases Wisdom and Improves Morality-Promotes Spiritual Growth and Enlightenment”  (Not sure I’m comfortable with the “Morality” word.  Wonder why? I definitely don’t want to live in a world without morals. Maybe the squeamish feeling is from not wanting someone else deciding for me what is moral?)

“It is practiced in more than 80 countries in over 36 languages.”

“Falun gong practitioners provide all classes free of charge.  There are no membership fees, no regular organization or hierarchy.”

So if you are visiting for a day, or coming for a weekend getaway,  or like me happily living here, you can drop by the John Bryan Center (100 Dayton St.) on the 2nd floor, Saturdays, at noon, to try out  Falan Dafa.  See you there!

Tags: Enlightenment, Falan Dafa, getaways, qigong, Spiritual growth, stress reduction, Yellow Springs

Peanut Butter Kisses

This is another old post that I love. The Epic Bookstore is now Brother Bear’s Cafe. Both were and are wonderful places to hang out.

Peanut Butter Kisses
It was coming up to the date for the Jafa Girls’ performance art piece, “The Kiss” and I was out trying to get couples for the 3:07 smackeroo. We (meaning Corrine Bayraktaroglu and I) had specified that any combination of kissers would do- parents and kids, people and pets, teddy bears and significant others.

I asked the owner of the local Laundromat if we could hang a mistletoe off a pipe in the ceiling and make the laundromat one of the official kissing stations. He good-naturedly agreed to it. But not to being one of the kissing couples unless we were also supplying partners for the kiss. You know, I got a lot of people suggesting that.

As we were talking, I told him that we even had 2 dogs kissing. Gail at Epic Bookstore had offered her 2 furry pups to be the official couple at the bookstore to kiss at 3:07 under the mistletoe.
It crossed my mind that I wasn’t sure that I had ever seen dogs kiss. But what I really couldn’t figure out was how she would get them to kiss at the right moment. He suggested, the brilliant idea that she smear peanut butter on their chops. Since, I’ve seen my dogs go after the last dab of peanut butter in a jar with lots of joyful lip licking, this sounded like a solution with merit to me.
I later mentioned it to Susan Gartner, who was going to write a story about “The Kiss” for the Yellow Springs News. She wanted to stage a few pictures beforehand for the story because there was no way she could take a bunch of pictures at the exact same moment. So she called Gail and mentioned the peanut butter theory.
Gail had 2 visiting pooches the day of the big photo op and decided if 2 dogs were cute 4 would be better. Plus which ones do you leave out on a snack? She gave them all peanut butter moustaches.
From what Susan tells me the photos were unusable because all you could see was a whirlwind of licking dogs orbiting all over each other in a food-fueled frenzy.

Tags: Brother Bear's Cafe, Jafagirls, Performance art, Yellow Springs

Sinclair’s Top Hat guy

Today, I wanted to blog about an integral part of Yellow Springs, “Tom’s Market”.  Then I remembered that I already wrote about it a year and a half ago, for a different blog, in a galaxy far, far away.  I’m pretty sure that no one read it then and low and behold, I still have it and still love it.  So if you are wondering why I’m mentioning winter weather and Christmas-Let’s pretend-it’s December 26th, 2008.

One of my favorite things about Yellow Springs is the way people smile and say hi, whether they know you or not. It’s especially fun to have people in cars driving by wave and smile. Of course today, that might have been because of Brendon.
Even though it’s bitter cold out, I decided to walk to Tom’s Grocery store with my 18-year-old son. It’s not a big deal because we live within a 5-minute walk of Tom’s. I feel guilty when I drive there. Of course, I always buy more than I say I’m going to. I regularly struggle the 2 blocks home cursing myself and stopping for breaks to get the blood back in my hands.

One time, when I first moved to Yellow Springs, I found myself at the checkout, with an 18pd turkey and a bag of potatoes and all the rest of a traditional Thanksgiving dinner.
As Tom was packing up my groceries, we were chatting. When he found out that I was carrying the groceries home, he offered to drive me home. He not only immediately drove me home, he got out of his car and carried them to my doorstep!
Since then I’ve worked out a new system where the bagger who carries out my groceries takes mine to the back of the parking lot and leaves them there. I then call my sons.
This of course only works on the days I remember to-
1.bring my cell phone,
2.have it charged
3. they bother to pick it up after the 3rd time I’ve tried. But when it works, it feels like the Cavalry coming to the rescue when I see their 2 big hulking forms come swinging down Walnut Street. And being Yellow Springs usually someone else has asked in the meantime if I needed a ride.

Back to why we were getting all the friendly smiles from cars today. Brendon had received a top hat for Christmas. That he wanted one was information I received 5 days before Christmas, when in a panic, I finally begged him to write a list.  #1, #2 and #3 on the list contained a few video game requests. I really didn’t think I should encourage that after all the grumbling I do about “too much time spent…” And then came #4 “ Top Hat -Please” with a drawn smiley face.

Where could I get a top hat 5 days before Christmas? I had priced hats last year (that was my bright idea, I envisioned my 3 men in fedoras swinging down the street together.) It was an eye opener how expensive men’s hats can be. And after measuring their heads on the sly, I found out that Brendon has a giant head -xxxlarge. So where was I going to find a top hat for Brendon that fit and didn’t cost a fortune? On teasing him about it, I found out that he was willing to wear any size hat in any condition. He swore he’d wear a peanut on top of his head.

Now here’s the part that comes under the heading of “It could only happen in Yellow Springs.” While in Dark Star doing some Christmas Shopping, I ran into Loren from the Yellow Springs News. She also was also looking for presents for teenage boys. I laughed and told her of Brendon’s request for a top hat.
She looked at me for a moment and then quietly said, “I have a top hat. It’s been in my family for a couple of generations, and I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t want to throw it out.”  I was amazed. She promised to check for it and give me a call. Two days later she told me that when she pulled out the top hat, her husband had pointed out to her that her top hat was a bowler. Besides she tried it on and it barely fit her head. I thanked her and sadly hung up thinking “It doesn’t look like Brendon is getting a top hat this Christmas.”

It was now 3 days before Christmas. I was walking on Xenia Ave., when I saw a colorfully bundled up Deb Henderson I decided to blurt out my crazy request for a top hat. Deb is a wonderful fabric artist in town and she is a hat expert. She looked at me and said she might have a beat up old top hat that I could have but that she wouldn’t be going to where the hat was before Christmas. I assured her that anytime would be wonderful.

The day before Christmas, there was a knock on our door. There stood Deb with the Top Hat.
We hid it by putting it on top of the Christmas tree.
He never saw it until we pointed it out on Christmas morning. He immediately perched it on his head and  has managed to keep it there ever since.

Now you have to get a picture of Brendon in your mind. He’s 6ft tall, with shoulders that are getting broad. He has the most magnificent mane of curly auburn hair that reaches down his back, he has a sherry colored beard and moustache and perched on top of this magnificent Viking is a two sizes too small battered black top hat.

It’s a bit windy out today. Brendon keeps his head tilted just so, to keep the Top Hat on top of his head. When we get to Tom’s, he strides down the aisles to the milk department and we hear a little voice say in awe, “Mommy, I’ve never seen a real Jedi knight before.” This is a moment that a son and mom can relish together. We smile and as we walk home the cars that go by are filled with people that smile and wave. Thank you Yellow Springs. December 26th 2008.

The next part of the story- 2010- Brendon has been wearing his Top Hat to Sinclair College for 2 years.  At the end of the spring semester, he discovered that someone had made a Facebook page for him called the “Top Hat Guy”.   Sinclair students leave pictures of sightings of the Top Hat Guy.  He is now wearing a new top hat that does fit.  The old battered one finally bit the dust when someone sat on it.  But it is having a second life as a felted art piece by moi.

Tags: Dark Star Books, Tom's Market, Top Hat Guy, Yellow Springs, YSNews

Wild Women Bike Through Yellow Springs

While I was minding the Gallery at Village Artisans, I met 3 delightful young women who are biking across America. These cheerful, friendly girls looked like they were having a great time exploring Yellow Springs.  We  started chatting about the adventure they are on.  They stop every couple of days to help work on a Habitat for Humanity house. After a day spent hammering nails or painting, they bike on.  Night time finds them bunking down in local churches. Habitat for Humanity sets up the schedule and puts together the group that bikes together. I was impressed by their courage, boldness. kindness and twinkling eyes. What a wonderful way to spend a summer.

Now comes my favorite part of the story- As I told a friend (also a biker) about meeting the girls, he began to smile.  His friend, while on an early morning bike ride, had met up with the group as they were leaving Yellow Springs the next morning.  They were in the process of stripping down to bike nude for the next couple of miles of their journey.

I’m still smiling at the thought of these wonderful wild women daring each other to bike free of clothes and inhibitions, laughing in the breeze as their hair flew back and they sailed on to their next stop. It will be a memory they will keep for the rest of their lives and so will I.

Getaways is having a “Wild Women Event” August 21st. sign up for a class or session and join us making wonderful memories!

Tags: Art Gallery, Biking, Habitat for Humanity, Village Artisans, Yellow Springs

Farmers Market at Yellow Springs

Saturday morning, is Farmers Market day in Yellow Springs! We have 2 wonderful markets right down the street from each other.  They are bustling with friends greeting each other and stalls stacked with fresh vegetables, homemade soaps, cheeses (love the garlic cheese curds!), breads, pies and jams.   Bitty, my Bishoodle dog,  gets to sniff other dogs and check out the puppies.

One of my favorite stalls has fresh flowers.  You pick out your favorite flowers, to create your own bouquet.  Everywhere you look, people are carrying flowers! Vibrant colored bouquets peek out of the top of every bag and adorn the baskets on bikes that are going by on Walnut Street.   Elizabeth of “Elizabeth’s Overnight”, (a charming local guest house) bikes past, in her pretty, white, summer dress with the basket on her bike overflowing with fresh vegetables and flowers. Walking towards me is Roger Smith, a local artist. He has one huge golden sunflower  clutched in his hand.  When I stop to admire it, he beams at me and says “you know how much Margaret loves sunflowers!” Margaret Tydings-Petrie is another Yellow Springs artist.  She makes sketches, everywhere she goes.  Even on vacation she sketches. When she comes home, she has lovely, tiny drawings of her trip, instead of photographs. I love to visit Margaret’s home to see her colorful paper mache masks, puppets and discs.  Sunflowers show up everywhere in her work.

There is a field of sunflowers right at the edge of town.   If you see it, when all the sunflowers are in bloom, it takes your breath away!  Often you can see painters or photographers at the edge of the field, trying to capture it’s fleeting beauty.   Sometimes you can find Margaret and Roger at Williams Eatery, both quietly sketching in their sketchbooks. On the walls of Williams you can see many of Roger’s glowing oil paintings of the Glen.

It’s a great day to be in Yellow Springs!

Tags: Farmers Market, local artists, paintings of Glen Helen, Sunflowers, Williams Eatery, Yellow Springs

Wild Women Quotes

To celebrate Getaways’ “Wild Women Event” (coming soon, August 21st) I’m giving away Wild Women quotes on magnets.   I’ll send a free magnet to the first 50 women who e-mail me- Nancy@GetawaysForWomen.com

Here’s 15 of my favorite quotes:

1. “You are only young once, but you can be immature forever.”-Author Unknown
2. “The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power.  You just take it.”-Roseanne Barr
3. “I am my own Heroine!”  -Marie Bashkirtseff
4. “Here’s to those that wish us well and those who don’t can go to hell.” -Patsy Cline
5. “I’m not offended by all the dumb blond jokes because I know I’m not dumb…and I also know that I’m not blond” -Dolly Parton
6. “If you want something said, ask a man, if you want something done, ask a woman.” -Margaret Thatcher
7. “If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun” -Katherine Hepburn
8. “If you can’t be a good example, then you’ll just have to be a horrible warning.” -Catherine Aird
9. “I used to be Snow White- but I drifted.” -May West
10. “People call me feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.” -Rebecca West
11. “Delusions of grandeur make me feel a lot better about myself.” -Jane Wagner
12. “You’d be surprised how much it costs to look this cheap.” -Dolly Parton
13. “When women go wrong, men go right after them.” -May West
14. “Too much of a good thing can be wonderful.” -May West
15. “I am an excellent housekeeper. every time I get a divorce I keep the house.” -ZsaZsa Gabor

Tags: Free Magnets, Wild Women, Wild Women Quotes, Yellow Springs