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Aunt Mabel’s Shaking Table In the mid-1960s, the exercise craze put our small mill village in a frenzy unknown to these parts of the South. We lived on the outskirts of town beside my Aunt Mabel. She somehow acquired a bonafide contraption that was guaranteed to shake the fat right off your bones. It looked like a low, skinny doctor’s examining table (the table was skinny, not the doctor) with the legs of a flat lawn chair. Amazingly, it was divided into sections so the “patient” could shake only the part of the body that needed the most reducing. Well, let me tell you, word got around that Aunt Mabel had the answer to many women’s prayers, and they waited in line for hours (yours truly included) for their turn on The Shaking Table. Aunt Mabel even charged by the half hour, and certainly no one begrudged her one penny of her profits. I’m sure she never made enough to pay for her incredible find, and I don’t think one inch fell off of any of us bottom-heavy ladies. But a good time was had by all, and I have an “olden days” story to tell my grandchildren. Vicky Stroup, Lincolnton, Rutherford EMC |
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