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Keep Calm – Back To School Tomorrow

 

The Greenwood Community Schools start the 2019 school year next week. Although my nephew could spend a few more days enjoying summer vacation, his mother can hardly wait until the start of school.
We spent last Saturday at stores going over Back to School Sales. Shopping for his first day of school is a task that we all agree can only be endured once a year.
Why is it that mothers and sons can never agree while they shop? I assured my sister that school shopping for the little guy will get easier as he gets older. She gave me a sneer, she knew I was lying.
Each item has to be just right — approved not only from the school but also by his peers. He is ten years old now and why would he actually want to use last years back pack? Why would he need new socks? The ones he has worn all summer are good enough for him.
The list from the school states he needs to bring four large glue sticks, a box of tissues, scissors and yes a box of Band-Aids. No ring binders are allowed in school and please bring one sealed box of children’s Tylenol. My sister wonders if she should buy a box of Tylenol for the teacher.
Perish the thought that he might ride his bicycle to school on summer days. He is a year older now and would rather walk than ride a bicycle. Can a motor bike be far behind?
When we parted at the end of the day they were still discussing how
he was going to get his hair cut.
This summer has been hot and humid but tolerable. After many happy hours on his skateboard except one – my nephew will have his cast taken off in two more weeks.
School started this week and for the most part both mother and son
are glad of it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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July 18, 2019 at 2:33 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

“Graduation is not the end; it’s the beginning”

 

The Senior Class of Greenwood Community High School will hold commencement exercises Sunday afternoon.

As seniors, marching to get their diplomas, they will remember many things. They will always remember graduation night, the Senior Prom, the high school song, and the various clubs.

Memories of football and basketball games, the many band trips, the pep-sessions, and the chorus and band contests will linger. As well as the cafeteria line, the trips on school buses to different school functions along with the different sport teams. All will be remembered, down to signing each other’s senior memory book.

Will they miss their school companions? Will they miss the school life? Do you think you might see a tear in their eyes as they play the processional and recessional? Do you think they will miss the halls so noisy and crowded? Do you think one might hold back his/her emotions with diploma in hand?

Do you think they know they will miss the faculty whom they sometimes doubted? Do you wonder if the tears will start so flow at the last note of the band? Can you imagine you see a little sadness as each senior shakes a hand and takes a final bow? If you think there will be, then I guess you are right.

More than one photograph or video will be taken at the commencement and various parties in honor of the graduates. A few pictures will be taken with smiles and a few taken with tears.

At graduation there are hugs, tears, kisses, laughter and cheers. Everyone one of the emotions was grasped by someone different. For each graduate the essential memory would remain the same.

They were the graduation class of 2019.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

May 14, 2019 at 11:11 am 1 comment

Clean Enough or Too Clean ????

The topic around the newspaper this week is simple: Spring cleaning. How do you draw the line between clean enough and too clean?
Do you dust or vacuum first? I believe you should vacuum first. If I would dust first, then vacuum, it might blow dust on everything I have just dusted.
I’ve heard a lot of vacuum first people argue that even a good clean well-filtered vacuum can blow dust. I agree – it might blow dust from undusted or forgotten areas onto dusted new ones.
I raised more than one eyebrow at the office when I asked what was the best way to clean behind and under appliances. “Why would you want to clean under heavy furniture?” asked Norma. While yes, Linda moves the couch each week to sweep under it.
What is the best way to get rid of dust bunnies? We all agree that a damp towel on the broom would pick up the webs most efficiently. For some reason dust bunnies didn’t seem to bother Robin. “They can spring up overnight,” she says. I bet she doesn’t worry about dead leaves on plants either.
Carla boasts that her husband has the job of cleaning all the windows. He uses a squeegee. I figure she was asking us to be jealous of her help.
Dianna swears she read warnings about serious accidents while cleaning. She hesitates to do any house cleaning. It’s too dangerous to clean. More than half of all accidents happen in and around the home, and hundreds of thousands of them are directly connected with home cleaning or maintenance.
“Is it worth it?” Stella asks. “A clean house can and will get messed up again.” True, the first thing you notice as you enter a home is how used and livable it looks and feels. I am more impressed by that than by a perfect, expensive, sparkling clean house. I’d rather see a cookie jar with a few crumbs around it than a gleaming sterile tile counter top.
Well, we had to get around to it sometime…the actual spring cleaning. How do you draw the line between clean enough and too clean? A house is made to live in, not to live for.
No one, except for my sister-in-law, really loves to clean. And you know she’s lying.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

April 19, 2019 at 3:02 pm 1 comment

Worst Meal Ever !

If you’re like me, you have trouble some days getting into the spirit of the conversation. Try spicing up the talk around the office.
At the office today, the topic around the water cooler was: What was the worst meal you have ever eaten?
Without hesitation Susan was the first to chime in. “I’ve had pickled squid” and it tasted just like it sounds.” Dianna admitted to eating alligator and it was not good. Frog legs and she would pass on them again. Duckling and it was horrible. But she loved the escargot.
Ronnie admitted eating groundhog, snapping turtle, quail, goose, opossum, and raccoon. He also said he tried these foods back in his drinking days. He wasn’t sure he would try them sober. Terry admitted eating the rattle snake at Rustler’s Roste in Arizona and he had the t-shirt to prove it..but he wouldn’t eat it again.
“Once, at a Chinese wedding,” Lisa hesitated..…perhaps trying to choose her words carefully. “I tried shark fin soup..it was slimy. Fried duck skin…just the skin, no meat…oh and octopus… that were still moving. When we left the wedding reception we stopped at McDonalds.”
Jim’s answer was simple. “I had a meatloaf made from Special K cereal and it was gross. Pam admitted she has eaten: rabbit, venison, bear, squirrel, frog legs, ostrich and turtle. “But the strangest thing was the sweetbreads which were the pancreas and glands of a calf. All that served in a puffed pastry shell. And it did not taste like chicken.”
The panic look on Betty took us by surprise, “I’ve had nutria meat and I would not recommend it”. To be honest I had to google it after she walked away. Really Betty..…you ate a giant swamp rat?
Yet to the question, “What was the worst meal…. Larry was quick to answer. “Each meal I ever ate at my mother-in-law’s house.”
Now that’s an all together different subject for tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

March 29, 2019 at 12:52 pm Leave a 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

The fishing was good; it was the catching that was bad


More than one person braves Indiana elements to go ice fishing
I have one question: “Why go fishing in sub-zero weather and how do you know that the ice won’t break?” Okay, that’s two questions.
My brother-in-law went ice fishing and wanted my husband to tag along. In some years, conditions allow for only one week of ice fishing in central Indiana.
My husband opted not to go ice fishing. Although he agrees there is no better food than fresh bluegill, he decides against ice fishing. Some people shudder at the thought of wind chill.
On this Friday afternoon, the brother-in-law would be standing on the edge of a small pond nestled in the rolling hills about seven miles out of Linton. There was only a faltering whimper of wind. The sun was dingy in the dreary sky. The noise of the city was far away.
The rumor in town was that there was some real good fishing and obviously it was true. In just over an hour he would catch nearly a dozen bluegills. His German Shepherd scrambled from hole to hole, keeping his eye on what was coming out.
The nice thing about ice fishing is that it doesn’t take expensive equipment. Just a little five dollar ice fishing rod and some thin fishing line. Some fishermen, who are more elaborate, bring portable huts equipped with heaters onto the ice.
My brother-in-law says that sometimes you can’t help but get excited about what you’re doing. You see geese flying over, or see a deer out looking for food. It can be snowing, sleeting, the wind blowing and it doesn’t bother you at all. Gee, this from a couch potato.
His wife states that ice fishing cures his cabin fever.
In this tiny corner of central Indiana, cabin fever is on the decline. The sale of tartar sauce is rising.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

January 31, 2019 at 8:29 pm 1 comment

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