Sunday, May 22, 2005
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UPDATE -- Wedding: Roddy & Alisha McNeill
UPDATE -- New Indermark Baby Arrives
UPDATE -- Events of the Day
An Adventure, of a Domestic Type, and my Husband to the Rescue
Sometimes it takes a shaking up of the status quo to appreciate one's blessings. Yesterday was Wednesday -- that meant Bible study evening for us, so we left early. Things were normal; we made the trip just fine -- even stopped at Wendy's for a baked potato first. There had been threatening skies all afternoon, but nothing much developed, so we headed out into the country.
Day to Day R
Caity's third grade class, along with the second graders, had their spring concert, led by Mrs. Fronning. They sang six lively selections: Old Dan Tucker, My Teacher Turned into a Fish, Brother For Sale, Kookaburra, Big Rock Candy Mountain and Shoveling.
The Matriarch Speaks W
Who Is This?
Let's Play a Guessing Game: Whenever it is handy to do so we will run a picture of someone of the subscribers or staff members of our e-magazine. Tell us who you think it is -- we will let you know who was the first to guess it right -- and the correct guess -- in the following week's Bulletin.
Well, I guess that I'd better know who the mystery pictures are. The first is little Danny (Henderson) and the second is our little Whitney. Still can't guess who the dog is, though.
I can only guess on the small fry, but the dog would be Lhohka ... Larry Dake's around the farm dog.
Our dog's name is Lhokha. Lhokha is the name of a town in Tibet -- the area of the world the breed is said to have originated from. I call him Lhokha or variations -- Lhokhee Bear, Oklee Lhokhee, or just just plain Lhokhee.
Photos © Larry T. Dake
Lhokha, "wolf in sheep's clothing," left; black lamb with his mom, right.
I saw three of these loads on the highway recently; I think it is one of three propellers for a giant windmill. -- LTD
The Bolivian Beat
Editor's Note: Kjirsten returned to Bolivia for a second year of independent study, prior to entering medical school at Baylor University in Houston this fall. We think she is now trekking in Peru with her family. We did not receive a dispatch in time for this week's edition of The Bulletin.
An Excursion on the River Thames
As I described in last week’s Bulletin, my cousin Kristie and I arrived in London around mid-day on a Friday, meeting my cousin Ben at Heathrow Airport. We were soon introduced to the London subway system, known locally as "The Tube," which provided our transportation to Ben and Mandy’s apartment in the southeast region of the city. After traveling throughout the previous night, we were seeking a relatively leisurely agenda for our first partial day in London.
Sent to us by Donna Johnson
The Gutenberg Bible was the first book printed with movable type around the mid 1400's. Technology has certainly advanced publishing techniques since that first Gutenberg printing! The next generation of publications is aptly termed Project Gutenberg, "the oldest producer of free electronic books (eBooks or etexts) on the Internet." The collection contains over 15,000 eBooks, most of which "are in the public domain in the United States. All may be freely downloaded and read, and redistributed for non-commercial use." Here's a great library that you can visit without ever leaving your home!
This got me thinking about how we got to school when I was a small boy. I don't remember that I minded riding to school in a pickup with milk cans strapped to the running boards and smelling like it had been hauling hogs (it had), but my sisters may have had a different view. I'll have to ask them one day.
Dad bought a new Dodge pickup in 1950, the year I was born. In this precursor of automatic transmissions, Dodge used a clutch, a "three on the tree" straight transmission (as opposed to a four-on-the-floor, for you youngsters who don't know about ignition points and carburetors either) and then added a torque converter. You had to use the clutch to put it in gear and shift between gears, but you could start out in any gear and it would eventually gather itself up and get going.
Dodge went one better on Henry Ford's "any color you want, as long as it's black," and offered the '50 Dodge pickups in either red or green. Ours was green, with a black box and high sideboards. Dad used the pickup to haul hogs or grain to market, feed home from the elevator, fencing material to wherever we were fencing, silage from the silo to the sheep yards, firewood from the woodpile to the house, and many more tasks. It was also our transportation to school when it was too cold to walk to the end of our long driveway and wait for the school bus.
On those cold winter mornings, Dad would milk his three cows, putting the milk in two 10-gallon cans to go to the creamery in Ashby. He would back the pickup out of the shed and strap the milk cans onto the running boards, leaving the box free to haul feed home from town. My sisters, Jerrianne and Kathy, and I would troop out from the warmth of the house, breathing great clouds in the frosty air. The pickup would be running in front of the house, nearly obscured by its own exhaust cloud.
We would all clamber aboard, with me sitting on one or the other of the girls' laps. That pickup seat was really made for two people, so four of us were a pretty tight squeeze. Dad would let us get situated, and try to slam his door closed; usually getting it latched on the second or third try. The three-on-the-tree shift lever was a lifesaver; I doubt if we could have found a four-on-the-floor in the tightly packed cab.
The heater motor had a dry bearing, and made a fearsome howl until it warmed up, usually somewhere near the end of the driveway. There was a little rubber-bladed fan on the dashboard, intended to help defrost the windshield. Until it warmed up, it barely turned. I would keep flicking it with my finger to get it going, until it finally got up speed. Dad used the back of one of his big yellow chore gloves to wipe fog off the windshield to see where we were going. The vacuum wipers stood still when the engine was pulling, and raced wildly when the "foot feed" was released.
When we reached the highway, there was usually some discussion about whether anybody could see any vehicles coming from the passenger side. Rolling down the frosty window was a sometimes necessary, if unpopular, way of getting a view of the road.
By the time we reached the school in Ashby, a mile and a half from our farm, the heater and all the bodies scrunched together were usually just beginning to warm up the cab. All in all, it was better than having to walk to school every day, through deep snow, uphill both ways, as the country school generation before us claim they did.
After many years, the '50 Dodge was replaced by another green Dodge, this one a '52 model that had been owned by an old fellow who almost never drove it. I inherited the '50 to drive to work. By this time it had no low gear, but always managed to get going in second.
The engine was worn out, so when it needed oil (often), I skimmed leaves off the oil in the used oil barrel, dipped out a couple of quarts, and strained the oil through an old lace doily stretched over the top of a funnel. When the oil smoke threatened to drive me out of the cab, I ran a bit of flex pipe from the oil filler pipe out through a hole that had rusted through the fender and pretended I was driving a diesel. It blew perfect smoke rings when it idled.
I don't think the old Dodge ever did really quit running, I just got tired of keeping it going and parked it in the woods somewhere around its 21st birthday. Having signed a parts donor card in better times, it provided repair parts for other Dodges for several years.
This and That
Some Thoughts on Graduation
In a newspaper today I noticed an article with the question, "What would you say if you were to deliver a graduation address?" That writer summarized it by saying he would never speak about any news, because it would be too depressing for any graduate.
LESSONS IN TIME
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Birthdays:
This Week's Anniversaries
More May Birthdays:
Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thank you for the e-card. It was so thoughtful. We are all doing very well, and are happy to be home.
Keep Us Posted!
Please drop Miss Hetty a line and tell us who, and what, we've missed. And how about a report (photos welcome) of YOUR special celebration?
+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
Oops! We missed a Letter To The Editors from a new contributor last week, though we added it to the web site edition after we discovered the oversight. -- The Editors
I'm still scanning the screen altho The Bulletin has finished printing.
The pictures are so clear and vivid and real and bigger on my excellent screen.
I JUST SAW THE ONE OF BILL AND AMY DAKE ....... their marriage. I can't believe it. My dear friends that are a part of my precious memories, right there on the page in the beginning of their lives. What a treasure. I am so glad to see that.
Any more good pictures from long ago? That's when I remember best.
Thanks again, and now I really and truly am going to read the printed one.
I just finished reading the new Bulletin. (for the third time). Saturday, 1:07 p.m.
It was an especially interesting one for some reason. I really loved the pictures of Storybrooke Farm. I'm sorry there weren't more pictures, and a "Larry" detailed description of the process of shearing. Amy looks very adept at that, and I do think she deserved a rest after handling the sheep like that at her size and age. Maybe Larry is so used to that work that he didn't think it was important to tell us city folks about it from start to finish. The sounds, the smells, the whirr of the shear, the weather -- he missed an interesting story. But, maybe he wasn't in the mood after such a strenuous project.
That's OK, Larry, just write when that new grandchild is sleeping.
Larry McCorkell is one fortunate person to have gotten that work so soon after leaving his last job. The NWA is fortunate, too, to have such an honest, dedicated, experienced, humble man -- few and far between.
Another thing I missed was the Netherlands report and pictures. We here in the USA are fascinated by anything from another country, like Bolivia, etc., and even a short paragraph is always a special feature. I looked back for it, but they must not have sent one this week.
What a lot of work to put that together so neatly and artistically, every single week. I want to say it is very much enjoyed and appreciated, and even though I'm just a "guest" of the family Bulletin, it is extremely interesting to me having known so many of the folks the stories and pictures are about. Thanks for clicking on Roy and Betty --
Editors' Note: We aren't buying this "just a 'guest'" claim, Betty. You're a full contributor -- and a much appreciated member of the "cheerleading" squad that keeps the rest of the staff going for it!
Another great Bulletin and as always it brought smiles along with it. Thanks so much to Betty for the pictures and write up on Tom. With a brother like that, I can't ask for much more in life. LOL!!
I have just scanned this quickly, so Roy could read it. I don't want him to have to wait! We both just love getting THE BULLETIN.
Two Bulletins arrived today, and because it is such a rainy day, I just curled up with a cup of coffee and enjoyed every picture and word! I especially enjoyed the wedding picture of your folks. Your mother's dress was beautiful! And, the pictures of all the animals were so cute! One of these days I'll send a picture or two of our little "bundles of joy."
Just read the new one ... I liked it very much. Auntie's article on Norwegians was informative as well as entertaining, uff da!
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