Mrs. Stahlman’s Calendar
When we first met the Stahlmans, they were already old and retired, he from public school science teaching and she from teaching dietician courses at the local university. Her calendar hung in the bathroom behind the toilet, an inauspicious location for such a noteworthy calendar. The pictures were the typical calendar flowers, but the year was not the current year—not even close. No dated square was empty. In fact, every square was full of entries in Mrs. Stahlman’s thin, spidery hand: every name followed by a two-digit shorthand indicating a year. Read more
