Davis

Sometimes it takes a village to help out in times of stress. For weeks IÕd been preparing for a trip back east to my son RobÕs wedding. Ann Arneson and her staff at Curves just happened to offer their Òboot campÓ and voil‡!, I lost 11 pounds! My dress was perfect, and a three-day delivery of ideal shoes was ensured.

Then, the day before I was to depart, disaster struck. My floor-length gown had an encounter of the very worst kind with the vacuum cleaner, and a section along the scalloped hem was shredded. Then the shoes did not arrive on time. (IÕm tall and the size is double digit, need I say more?)

My flight departed that evening. Thankfully, I thought of Casey Goode at SwansonÕs Cleaners. She said sheÕd be happy to look at the dress if needed. Ah, a ready-reserve and the first sense of real support. 10 a.m. to MahinÕs Alterations, with my dress clutched in my arms, feeling a bit like a Dickensian childÉ pleaseÉ Mahin agreed to cut and alter the hem within two hours. My angel!

Leaving her G Street walk-up, I sought shoes, resulting in a discussion with Steve Downs at Generations Family Footwear. We found great shoes (on sale, no less!) but there was a problem. The soles were non-skid and I would be dancing for an evening at the wedding. At his suggestion, I took the shoes to Jay Peterson at the Davis Shoe Shop and tried hard not to grovel as I shared my woes.

He said, ÒWhat is your drop-dead deadline for new soles?Ó Ò6 p.m.,Ó I replied. ÒWell, I have my dayÕs work to complete, but I will have these ready for you by 5 p.m.Ó Good thing a counter separated us, or he might have had a big, wet kiss on the cheek.

So this is a long letter, but then it was a long morning and the kind and caring assistance of five Davis merchants meant the world to me. I love this village!

Mary Sprifke

Davis

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