Corn here, corn there, corn ….
Corn here, corn there, corn everywhere. I mentioned the trucks and wagons waiting to get weighed and unloaded last week. Well, this week Northside had one of their open bins full, covered and sealed and working on the second, with still a line at the scale and waiting to unload. But where will that be? Guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
It was a good growing year for corn and so far has been excellent weather for picking. There apparently was a goodly amount of rain that fell. The weather bureau or whoever measures the river at LaCrosse showed a foot of increase after all the rain.
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The election is over and we don’t have to look at all the political ads anymore. Then I read some rather startling information a few days ago.
Even if the ad is incorrect there is nothing that can be done about it. That would explain how Johnson was able to make such racist comments about Mandela Barnes and get away with it.
Somehow Johnson never had to explain why he was one of the Senators who voted not to investigate the riot at the Capitol on Jan. 6.
I have written him a letter asking him about that. Any chance he will reply?
Stay tuned.
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As long as I’m griping I might just as well pick on Ocean Spray.
Have you seen their ad for cranberries? Cranberries are an important part of my diet. Not a morning goes by that I don’t enjoy my glass of juice.
When I was home I could finish a couple of cans of jellied berries every week. Better on toast then jam, I thought.
We had a marsh at home and someone always managed to wade out and pick them. Unless Jack Frost beat us to them. Seems we were blessed with lots of wild fruit. Mom would can a hundred quarts of blackberries every summer and at one time we had blueberries growing everywhere, it seemed. I had a bit of a problem one day. Seems I would pick a couple, eat a couple, then pick and eat some more and then it was time to go home for lunch. Guess what? Blueberry pie for dessert. It was lucky that I didn’t get sick, but at least for one afternoon I didn’t have to hoe in the garden or bean patch. And it took some time before I ate anymore blueberries.
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I saw something the other day I thought was pretty clever. Did you know cows don’t give milk? You have to milk them. Then you have to feed them so they will give and think of all the work needed just to grow the crops and harvest them, just so the cows have something to eat. The easy part comes when you just have to open the carton and pour some out.
It took awhile but the staff seems to have my meals down pat.
Cranberry juice and black coffee for breakfast and milk and coffee for lunch and supper. You might say, I’m spoiled.
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I heard this story a while ago, but now that the election is over I guess I can tell it. Seems Snow White, Superman and Pinocchio were walking down the street one day and came upon a sign that announced a contest for remarkable stories. So Snow White went in and when she came out announced she had won first place.
A bit later they came upon another sign which announced a strong man contest. So Superman went in and soon was back out. They wondered how he did and he said he had won, what else would they expect.
Later on they came to a sign announcing “best liar contest” and Pinocchio said he would enter that. When he came out he was crying and it took a few minutes to get him settled down so he could explain what happened. Pinocchio finally asked them, “Who is this guy Donald Trump anyway?”
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Just got back from the Veterans Day program put on by the Living Center. It was amazing to see how many veterans are here. I would say probably 25 to 30 and the majority in wheelchairs. I feel independent being able to walk around, well, me and “Whitie”. It gets to be kind of a nuisance when I want to go someplace and have to load and unload it from the trunk.
The Owen-Withee Vets Club along with the Lublin Legion were in charge of the program. It always amazes me to see tiny Lublin yet there are some active organizations up there. I see one vet from Lublin wearing his Legion cap with the lettering State Vice Commander on it.
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When I think of my own military service I start thinking about all the dumb luck associated with it.
I was fresh out of high school in 1948, when the draft was reinstated. I was working in South St. Paul, at the time and staying in a rooming house in St. Paul. So before going to work one afternoon I took the street car downtown and registered.
The following April I moved back to Turtle Lake and thought I’d changed my draft board to Polk County, where our farm was. In late 1950, I got my notice for pre-induction physical. I had my boss, Harold Lange who owned the Turtle Lake Times, to check out the possibility of getting me deferred.
He checked, but came back with the sad tale I didn’t belong to Polk County, but still Ramsey County where I registered. So come March 8, 1951, I gathered in Minneapolis, along with 87 other young guys and off we went to war, or the possibility of it. I did reach the rank of Corporal, but you know Radar never got any higher than that on MASH, so what was the future. For me it was back to the linotype machine at the Times.
