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Indiana Weather

 

Less than a month ago my neighbor fired up his backyard barbecue. My husband rode around town on his motorcycle. Our jackets were hung in the closet and we never once thought of getting even a sweater.

Yet it looks like cold weather and snow might stick around for a while.

It is winter time. Yes, we have snow and ice. After all, this is Indiana. If you want warmer weather day after day visit Hawaii.

Weather is the topic at the shopping malls, restaurants, even grocery stores. You can’t go anyplace that weather isn’t the center of conversation. True, I am as guilty as anyone else.

Aren’t we Hoosiers? We should expect it. If you listen to some people, you’d believe it was something new. If you have switched from “heat” to “A/C” in the same day and back again, you may live in Indiana.

Perhaps a mild winter can spoil us. My mother recalls “old-fashioned” winters, when the days and nights were cold, with ferocious winds day after day for weeks.

The combined lack of sunshine with below average temperatures will amount to a formula for feeling under the weather. Thus, everyone will talk about the weather. Although some welcome any postponement of hot, humid Indiana summer, others foresee a more ominous forecast for area temperatures.

Each person you meet on the street has an opinion about the weather and they will tell you.  Get with the program people, this is Indiana weather!

Indiana High School Basketball sectional time is nearing and some of the worst winter snowstorms have struck during this time period. The snow may close schools, stop work and halt traffic. You can bet the basketball sectionals will be played as scheduled.

It is winter in Indiana.  Deal with it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

January 10, 2020 at 2:06 pm Leave a comment

Livin’ the Dream with Green Stamps

 

My nephew Doug, was helping me search the attic for a particular box. Naturally, he did more looking around than being actual help. He came over with a book of what he called funny looking postage stamps. No, they were not postage stamps; they were trading stamps I told him.
A few of us remember the day of “trading stamps” from Gold Bond, Eagle,
S & H Green, Top Value and others. They were given out by grocers, gas stations and some department stores with each purchase.
The stamps had to be put in books, which usually meant my sister or I would sit around the kitchen table, licking stamps. Although my mother used a sponge to wet the stamps, my sister and I would resolve to lick the stamps till our mouths went dry.
At different stores, you would get fulfillment books to put your trading stamps in. The pages of each book outlined that enabled you to paste your stamps in the proper place.
Each page required a total of fifty stamps. Stamps came in point system: singles, ten, and fifty. You couldn’t mix the points. If you wanted a page of singles you had to press fifty singles. If you wanted a page of tens you needed to press five tens. With the fifty point stamp you need to press only one on a page.
Several books full of stamps could be redeemed for all sorts of merchandise . . . small kitchen appliances, sporting goods, children swing sets, radios, televisions — you name it.
I remember vividly my family planned to save trading stamps for a blender. Only after mother explained that we could make milk shakes did my sister and I agree with her plan. My father simply went along with the program. He would just bring home the stamps. We only needed 10,000 stamps to get the blender.
Saving up 10,000 stamps seemed like a daunting task. There was a Osterizer at the end of that rainbow, so we patiently filled up stamp books until we reached our goal.
Eventually, a few stores discontinued the stamps and cut their prices accordingly. Trading stamps vanished from most places. “So you got things from just saving these stamps and stuff?” Doug asks.
I tell my nephew, “You know the silverware you use at grandmother’s house came from Betty Crocker/General Mills box tops.”
Condescending, Nine year old Doug rolled his eyes, “No Way” he said shrugging his shoulders. I shook his little shoulder. “Yes Way.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

June 19, 2019 at 2:14 pm 1 comment

Happy Saint Patrick Day!


 

Happy Saint Patrick Day! One day in the year that a great deal of people can celebrate their Irish Heritage. You will see shamrocks and people wearing the traditional green at more than one party. What makes the typical American turn Irish for one day?
Celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day could be an excuse for a day to celebrate after the winter blahs. It could be the corned beef and cabbage. Maybe just maybe it’s the green beer.
With warmer days not too far away, we will be able to plant the garden. Maybe Mother Nature knows best. Yes, there are signs of tulips popping out in the front yard. Hello Spring !
The road maintenance crews are busy, working on the streets before it’s too late for your automobile. County roads are lined with hubcaps lost by passing motorists while ruts in the road wreak havoc with car suspension. I can’t say for certain how deep the chuckholes are but I have heard that if you look in one of the massive chuckholes on the way to Linton you can see the top of a Jeep Cherokee that has been reported missing.
You have to feel sorry for folks who go to Florida at this time of year. No comparison could be drawn to any climate on earth that compares to Indiana’s first blush of spring. A few days from now those daffodils that defy any remaining cold weather will jump up out of your long silent lawn.
Yes, the promise of spring in Indiana has no equal anywhere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

March 9, 2019 at 2:00 pm 3 comments


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