A Sly Neighbor

Yesterday around the quilt at the sewing my aunt Martha told me a story that made me grin today when I remembered it.

Several years ago Paul and Martha's son Eldo met someone at church they didn't know before, and they began to get acquainted. The other couple told Eldo and Dorcas that they lived "way out in the country. You wouldn't know where it is." But as they talked longer they learned that they actually lived quite close together--one of them along Trail West road and the other down the road another mile and a half, and around the corner.

While the new family was explaining where they lived, they said that they live right across the road from the "SLY" family. Eldo didn't know a family by that name, but he thought the description sounded like the location of the Nisly family home.

It turns out that when the flag was down on the Nisly's rural mailbox, it obscured all of the last name except the last three letters--S-L-Y.

That's how a very staid and straightforward, full-of-integrity local Mennonite minister got labelled as a "SLY" person.