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strawman

strawman

We all loved Mabel. She was there for us when no one else was. She always knew when one of the families needed a casserole, and never overstayed. Just stayed long enough to set what emotions needed setting right, and leave every home a bit brighter than it was when she came.

-Adam
 
Allen who is Quiet

Allen who is Quiet

listening to the way her eyes lit up when she listened to that bebop. she always had to get up and shuffle, pulling the rest of us up with her. we would dance to that jazz for a while, and sit down one by one, but she'd still be up.
 
Chippy

Chippy

I met Mable on V-J day in New York City. I was recovering from a leg wound from Bastogne, and I had saw her as a nurse in the hospital. My leg had mostly healed, and I knew just how to show it off. I visited a local dance club, accepted and free drink and a pat on the back, and that's when I saw her. She was in a stunning black dress, with the fanciest make up and hair a country boy like me had ever seen. She recognized me from the hospital, and walked over to me. We talked about my leg, our lives, and the war. It seemed like we had talked for an hour before the band played my favorite song. I looked at her, she looked at me, and before I knew it, we were dancing.

Things went by like a blur after that. We started dating, got engaged, and had a lovely little marriage in the Kentucky country-side. We were young and in love. We moved into this nice little cottage, and it was there we started and raised our family.

After the boys left, it was just me and Mabel in the house. We would have guests over and they would laugh at Mabel's funny stories, and drool over her delicious casseroles. She always seemed to emit confidence and love, no matter where she was. She was even like that the day she started to go.

I remember the day. She was in the hospital, on a rainy Monday, I believe. I came into her room, bringing with me an old record player. I played our song. The Song we danced to. The song we fell in love to. She looked at me with such love and appreciation. She couldn't dance anymore, but it seemed like her mind was going off on some intense, passionate dance routine. She wanted to go that way.

She was the most amazing person I have ever met. She was my only love. She was my Mabel.
 
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Alucard

Sheesh Chippy sorry for your loss but you know there are plenty more fish in the sea right?
 
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chakz

I wasn't gonna say nothin' but then everyone started talking about mabel. I was pretty young when I first met her. Just some dumb neighbor kid who lived up the street. I was out on my new skate board day after my birthday. I was going by her house, fell and skinned my knee. She must a saw me from her window because she came right out dragged me inside and fixed me up right as rain. After that she was like the aunt I never knew but always needed. Me and a bunch other kids who lived on that street. Anytime we had problem, done something stupid we couldn't tell our parents about or just needed someone to listen she was always there. After I grew up and moved away it still hit me pretty hard when I heard she passed. I hope old mister chippy is doing alright. He loved her so much....
 
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Occasional Poster

I was so sad when I got the news about Mabel's passing.

My first encounter with Chippy and Mabel was not a pleasant one, but it was very important to me. I was twelve years old at the time and had earned the reputation of being a bully and a bit of a lost cause. My father had left my mother when I was very young and I had never learned to respect other people.

I was harassing one of the neighborhood kids on the sidewalk when out of nowhere Chippy grabbed my neck and forced me to apologize to the kid. He then brought me into their house and gave me a stern talking to about right and wrong. Afterwards Mabel gave me a popsicle, as if to tell me that it was all right, everyone can make mistakes.

I believe that they saved my life that day. I had been heading down a dark path and they set me straight. It wasn't easy to regain the trust of the townsfolk, but through hard work and diligence I was able to end up an honest and productive member of society.

Thank you Chippy. Thank you Mabel.
 
Jake

Jake

She wasn't flashy about it, but Mabel really was a pillar of our little community. I guess that's why nobody was ever bothered that little, insignificant things would be missing after one of her visits (or if they were bothered, they never said nothing). She was just one of those people that did so much good around town, you wouldn't ever think any other way about her. Mabel always knew who was sick or even just lonely and could use one of her casseroles, some chicken soup, or a fresh batch of cookies. If anybody noticed that she visited Mr. Thompson (who always seemed to have a little more cattle after a storm that saw other folks lose some of theirs) or those Davis brothers (that treated that little niece of theirs so unkindly) just a bit before they turned up at the morgue, nobody said a word, least of all Sheriff Dawkins. No, the town just tended to take them as the town could do without.
 
Denbrought

Denbrought

Gentlemen, ladies... This fellow next to me is a Scotland Yard agent. He has reason to suspect that one of us in this room... Murdered Mabel.

Please do not leave the premises while he interrogates each one of you separately.
 
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