Monday, July 17, 2000
Over the last several years, many of our farm cats have come to live with us as orphans, dropped off on the side of the road by some passerby who found it easier to dump an animal in the country than go through the e
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How will you keep your kids busy this summer vacation?
Bare Feet
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I did something very daring last night. I walked outside in my bare feet to put a bag of trash in the dumpster. The dew-covered grass felt cool to my hot feet. The sidewalk was smooth and warm in contrast. The different temperatures and textures complimented each other like a hot cup of coffee with pie and ice cream. Then I came to our gravel driveway and started across.
"This is stimulating!" I said out loud to no one in particular. I debated turning around to get some shoes before finishing my chore. Looking ahead on the driveway, I tried to spot a few areas within stepping distance that were less covered with crushed rock than others. In stepping-stone fashion, I managed to reach the dumpster without drawing blood or screaming out loud. The trip back across the sharpened rocks caused no permanent damage. I marveled at how my kids make it look easy. But then, they don’t have to deal with as many pounds per square foot, so to speak, as I have.
My feet never got accustomed to barefootedness. My parents were adamant that we wore shoes whenever we left the house. I’m sure that I never saw my father outside without shoes or boots. For that matter, he rarely appeared without shoes indoors either.
I never got the impression that this was some "anti-Depression era" backlash on my parents’ behalf. They never said, to quote Scarlett O’Hara, "As God is my witness, I’ll never go barefoot again". Not to my knowledge, anyway. I think they just thought it was a good idea to keep your feet covered.
That makes a good deal of sense when you live on a farm. You never know what lurks in the grass. Even though we had a large lawn, the machinery often came within twenty yards of the house, and if we were out in bare feet, then there would be no reason to stop at the lawn’s edge. There may have been nails or broken glass or any number of hazards awaiting us.
We also shared the lawn with a dog, squirrels, and cats too numerous to count. Their presence certainly carried with it the opportunity to step barefooted into something you would rather avoid. In my earliest recollections, chickens also had free range around our house. They seemed to make it a point to pollute well beyond what one would consider a rational amount for an animal that small. I should not forget to mention the occasional cow that would make its way onto the lawn as it traveled to what it considered even greener pastures.
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"This is stimulating!" I said out loud to no one in particular. I debated turning around to get some shoes before finishing my chore. Looking ahead on the driveway, I tried to spot a few areas within stepping distance that were less covered with crushed rock than others. In stepping-stone fashion, I managed to reach the dumpster without drawing blood or screaming out loud. The trip back across the sharpened rocks caused no permanent damage. I marveled at how my kids make it look easy. But then, they don’t have to deal with as many pounds per square foot, so to speak, as I have.
My feet never got accustomed to barefootedness. My parents were adamant that we wore shoes whenever we left the house. I’m sure that I never saw my father outside without shoes or boots. For that matter, he rarely appeared without shoes indoors either.
I never got the impression that this was some "anti-Depression era" backlash on my parents’ behalf. They never said, to quote Scarlett O’Hara, "As God is my witness, I’ll never go barefoot again". Not to my knowledge, anyway. I think they just thought it was a good idea to keep your feet covered.
That makes a good deal of sense when you live on a farm. You never know what lurks in the grass. Even though we had a large lawn, the machinery often came within twenty yards of the house, and if we were out in bare feet, then there would be no reason to stop at the lawn’s edge. There may have been nails or broken glass or any number of hazards awaiting us.
We also shared the lawn with a dog, squirrels, and cats too numerous to count. Their presence certainly carried with it the opportunity to step barefooted into something you would rather avoid. In my earliest recollections, chickens also had free range around our house. They seemed to make it a point to pollute well beyond what one would consider a rational amount for an animal that small. I should not forget to mention the occasional cow that would make its way onto the lawn as it traveled to what it considered even greener pastures.
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Curdlecod goes Asiatic
Chester and Cynthia Curdlecod are the local gourmets of Flabbergast County and one evening last week we were invited to their home for dinner. They take pride in their ability to prepare sumptuous meals from the local fish, fowl and fauna and avoid b
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Journal Profile # 75
Name: Karla Wangen
Home: Rural Harmony
Age: 37
Profession: 1. Parent 2. City Clerk for the City of Canton
Family:Husband-Arlis Wangen; 3 daughters-Kayla-age 15, Krista-age 11 and Nicole-age 7.
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Home: Rural Harmony
Age: 37
Profession: 1. Parent 2. City Clerk for the City of Canton
Family:Husband-Arlis Wangen; 3 daughters-Kayla-age 15, Krista-age 11 and Nicole-age 7.
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Chicken and Rice Dinner
1 small box minute rice
1 can cream of mushroom soup
1 can celery soup
1/2 cup milk
cut up chicken
1 package dried onion soup mix
• Grease a 13x9 baking dish. Place minute rice in bottom of dish. Mix together soups and milk. Heat .....
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1 can cream of mushroom soup
1 can celery soup
1/2 cup milk
cut up chicken
1 package dried onion soup mix
• Grease a 13x9 baking dish. Place minute rice in bottom of dish. Mix together soups and milk. Heat .....
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Monday, July 24, 2000
To the Editor,
I have been visiting family within Rushford. We decided to look at all that had been set up for Homecoming 2000. We passed the little kid’s amusement area and to my shock there was a huge blow-up Titanic!! I was absolutely appalled .....
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I have been visiting family within Rushford. We decided to look at all that had been set up for Homecoming 2000. We passed the little kid’s amusement area and to my shock there was a huge blow-up Titanic!! I was absolutely appalled .....
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