We all have our little things — habits, passions, rituals.

One of mine is that it’s very important to me to wear a flag pin just about every day to everything. I’m not really sure even if my family has stopped to notice, maybe you have, but it’s just very important to me.

Honestly, I think it’s the very least I can do to make sure that I keep our country front and center in my mind and heart always. We are so blessed to be right here in the great and beautiful United States of America and putting my flag pin on each day helps me to never take that for granted, to never forget and to always remember what our veterans and so many other good men and women have done.

June 14 was Flag Day and I completely forgot until that morning. I didn’t even mention it in my story last week as a reminder to all of us, and I never took down even half of the zillion flags I keep up in our attic.

I’m very disappointed in myself! Just before rushing out to Town Hall I remembered I had three mini-flags waiting for me downstairs, I grabbed them and put them around our office.

I had a lovely couple come in to do their marriage license, 8 a.m. on June 14. The plan was just to complete the license, but when they realized that just like we had talked about last week, they could get married right then and there, they did.

I told them what a great anniversary Flag Day would make and they agreed.

I also didn’t realize that our president’s birthday is Flag Day. I like that, no matter what your political opinions are.

If I had my way everyone would wear a flag pin and have an American flag located somewhere in or around their home. I’ve been driving Bart crazy because I have been bugging him to put one in his front yard.

This morning when we headed out for a Father’s Day walk, Bart told me he’s not only going to put a flag in his yard, but it’s going to have a light, a fan to make it wave as though there is wind, and that Taps and Reveille will play each morning. I think he’s pulling my leg, but I’m not sure.

Someday if I have my foundation that will help those that are kind of stuck in the middle — people who were doing OK, but who suddenly hit a rough patch.

Just last week a lovely woman called searching for some type of help or direction because she’s been caring for her family and extended family. Suddenly the furnace went. How do you come up with $6,000 for a new one?

Remember my dear senior friend with squirrels that were taking over her bedroom ceiling in her mobile home? She was just making ends meet. How does she come up with that kind of money to get them removed?

Maybe someday I will start my foundation and call it “The Middle Counts." Imagine: I could give people a flag pin if they make even a small donation to get this foundation going.

I’ve thought about this for years — someday. Actually, I’m a little disappointed in myself about this, too. I’m typing to you about it, I’ve thought about it for years, but I haven’t made it happen yet.

Well, I’m also disappointed in myself, in kind of a fun way.

I learned that I got bits of my local history wrong when sharing Ellen Nault’s story with you a couple weeks back. My dear friend Gerry Van Grevenhof called me for two reasons. First to tell me that she and Van have a Londonderry-opoly Game for me and second to tell me that Ellen and her were childhood friends.

Turns out I had my schoolhouses wrong that they attended together. It was schoolhouse No. 7 on Grenier Field Road. Gerry told me exactly where it use to be too — at the four-way stop sign by White’s Tavern, which is light blue now, make a left and it was located at the first house on the left.

John and I will be taking a ride today to check it out. Morrison School was the junior high back then and it was located right next to where Giovanni’s is right now.

I don’t think Ellen nor I had any idea how many lives her story would touch. Little did we know at the time that her cousin Murray Moody and his wife Edith would be stopping by my office.

What a beautiful, happy couple. I enjoyed every second we shared. When I learned their last name and that they had lived in Londonderry since married in 1959, I asked if they knew Ellen and they did. They were cousins and had not seen each other in many years.

Murray and Edith told me about their adventures driving across country together to California. They said back then you were able to sleep on the side of the road, highway no less, in your sleeping bags and no one would bother you. So many wonderful people and places they discovered along the way.

I guess I’m disappointed to think how our world has changed.

Murray also told me about his love of midget car racing, which I had never heard of before and he sent me on a quest. I wasn’t going to keep telling you about this, but now that I’ve stopped to look up what midget car racing is all about.

Picture this, the place Murray would head to was also right up at Grenier Field. It was called the Manchester Motordome and it was big from around 1947 and into the '50s.

Midget car racing is still around today and right here in New Hampshire. Apparently the Millyard Museum right in Manchester has pictures and information about it.

Midget car racing was such a big spectator sport, that at times they would get over 8,000 spectators. The whole idea is that the car is extremely small, many weighing only around 500 pounds and they go around and around doing laps.

Originally, they would have no brake, just the accelerator. All the racer had to do was, as my dad would say, “Put the pedal to the metal." Can you imagine people were even bused in to attend? Many would argue that technically it was located in Londonderry.

Murray was interviewed years ago (1960s maybe) by a man who said he worked for the Derry News. Murray had beautiful glossy pictures of the midget cars and the man asked if he could take them for his story, promising to return them. Murray said sure. He never saw the man or his pictures again.

It makes me wonder if they are still out there somewhere. Julie Huss and I are now on a quest to see if we can track them down for Murray.

Just one last thing that really disappointed me — and I know John would say I shouldn’t share it with you, but then I tell you everything.

It is so disappointing to get oversized political cards in the mail with the sole purpose of knocking another candidate. We didn’t get one but we got two of the same one this week knocking a very nice woman who has given 30 years of service to our great state.

I’m so disappointed that that they wasted all of that money, and the irony is the card was signed Americans for Prosperity. Think of all the good that that money could have been used for. Second, if they had to send it, impress on me who you think would do a good job and why.

Honestly, I got nothing out of the two cards we received, I did not learn anything about another candidate, I was simply disappointed.

Sherry Farrell is Londonderry Town Clerk and a lifelong resident of New Hampshire.

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