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Aunt Jenny tells her real-life stories on CBS, M.-F., 12:15 P.M., EST. There is a new Aunt Jenny story every seven days.
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By AUNT JENNY
Aunt Jenny, a widow who lives in the pretty little town of Littleton, and to whom her friends and neighbors have formed the habit of turning for advice, tells her real-life stories to those friends and neighbors — stories born of her many friendships, warmly cemented over the years. Stories, too, that have a point — one which can be used as a guidepost by the person who, at the moment, is seeking her wise and friendly assistance in the solution of a problem. Like the story of the Hubels, for instance, which Aunt Jenny retells here. . . .
Littleton is a small town, as you can tell from its name; but there's no town too small to have all kinds of people living in it. There are nice folks and mean ones, poor folks and rich and in-between ones, and quite a few of the kind who want so much to be rich that they won't admit they're really in between. On they go, spending and spending, till all of a sudden they're spending money they haven't got. Then they're in trouble . . . like the Hubels.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't Marsha Hubel's fault. When Joe's father died and left sixty thousand dollars divided equally between Joe and his younger sister Doris, Marsha was overwhelmed. She and Joe had been living in a quiet, thrifty way for the five years they'd been married, for what Joe earned as an insurance salesman wasn't enough to buy them any castles in Spain. In fact Marsha, who was perfectly happy in their rented house, didn't suspect how much Joe wanted castles until his father's death made it possible for him to have one ... at least, a Littleton version of one. And then, loving Joe as she did. seeing how the money was a key for him into an enchanted, exciting world, she didn't have the heart to hold him back.
Marsha was honest, too. After the first shock of the purchase had worn off, she had to admit that owning the beautiful old Willison house was as much of a thrill for her as it was for Joe. And the car . . . well, she would never have spent that much on a car, but as Joe pointed out, a good car was a wise
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