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Sunday, April 17, 2016

Just Short Hops, These


HELLO FOLKS — "That's what I hate about these locals," complained one jet passenger to another. "We've stopped at Chicago, Minneapolis and now Salt Lake City." When a girl starts counting on a guy it only means that his number is up.

—o—

My wife is on real friendly terms with several fairly handsome males. Calls them her boy friends and they seem to feel the same way about her. One big "Stand - up and - bawl - for- mush' even goes so far as to say that he likes to kiss her because her lip stick tastes good.

I am not the jealous kind or I might not stand for it, but I do have a solution. I figure that what is good for the goose is good for One gander. So — I have a few choice gal friends too. Let me tell you about some of them, I won't give their names, for that would be telling.

There is one who is a real beauty. She is graceful as she is shy. Her kisses are divine and she is pretty generous with them.

She has a good friend who I am on good terms with too. She has a perfect figure and loves for me to put my hands around her waist so I can tell her how slim her middle is. Also is proud of her muscles and wants me to feel them.

One other that I must tell you about is a real petite blonde. She has natural curly hair and is a real joy to be around as she always has something to have fun over. She is seldom unhappy and loves to tease.

As you may have guessed by now they are all our children. They all love to tease and are all very lovable.

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Could Get In Much Deeper

Hello Folks! — Do you know the difference between prose and verse? There was a young girl named

Nelly, who waded in water up to her knees. That is prose. If she had gone a little deeper it would have been verse.

—o—

IT HAS happened more than once that my wife or I have been holding a baby of very tender age and someone has asked, "is this your youngest?"

—o—

MOST OF you of the first Congressional district received a questionnaire sent out by Cong. Al Quie in which he asked your opinion about 12 issues pertinent to the district.

Some of the questions and their answers went as follows. Regarding national defense, mutual aid, reciprocal trade and scientific aid for potential scholars, the answers were approximately 70 to 80 per cent in favor of present methods.

Most of the replies also were in favor of increased postal rates in order to reduce the deficit of the postal budget.

In regard to the present farm program, most believed that it was not working. Of those who did not believe in the present program, about 20 per cent favored increasing price supports. Of the farmers answering 43 per cent believed in increasing supports and 57 per cent in decreasing them. Fifty-four per cent of the farmers wanted all supports removed.

An interesting point of the survey is that while the majority wanted less interference in farm affairs, the majority wanted federal aid to education.

—o—

I LOVE to raid my wifes note books; they contain so many sweet bits of philsophy and poems. Here is one that she has. It has no signature as to who wrote it, but it pretty well hits the spot.

THE COWBOY'S PRAYER
Lord I've never lived where churches grow;
I love creation better as it stood
The day you finished it so long ago
And looked upon your work and called it good.

I know that others find you in the light
That's sifted down through tinted window panes;
And that I too; find you near tonight
In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains.

I thank thee Lord that I am placed so well,
That thou hast made my freedom so complete
That I'm no slave of whistle, clock or bell,
Or weak-eyed prisoner in walled-up street.

Just let me live my life as I've begun,
Give me work that's open to the sky,
Make me a partner with the wind and sun
And I'll not ask a place that's soft or high.

Let me be easy on the man that's down;
Make me free and generous with all;
I'm careless, Lord, sometimes when I'm in town
But never let them call me mean or small.

Make me big and open like the plains I ride,
Honest as the horse between my knees,
Clean as the wind that blows behind the rain,
Free as the hawk, which circles the breeze.

Forgive me Lord, when sometimes I forget,
You know the reasons which are hid,
You know about the things which gall and fret,
You know me better than my Mother did.

Just keep an eye on all that's said and done.
Just right me always when I torn aside,
And guide me on the long dim trail ahead
Which stretches upward, toward the great Divide.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Smooth Going Makes It Rough

HELLO FOLKS: — The diamond cannot be polished without friction, nor man perfected without trails.

The reason a dollar won't do as much for people as it used to is because people won't do as much for a dollar as they used to.

—o—

THE ACTIONS of children are very strange, sometimes. One wonders what makes them do the things they do. Is it neglect at some time? Or is it our fault? Or is it just a natural reaction that all of us go through at some time or other.

Take Dana, for instance. He never showed too much interest in dolls or such things when he was in his infancy. He was always an outdoor boy. He was so full of interest in the livestock and machinery that he could endure a lot of cold and seemingly not even get cold, if the weather was above Zero.

This year he asked for a teddy bear for Christmas. Insisted that that was what he wanted. Having never shown much interest in such things before we doubted that he would be satisfied once he got it. But 'Andy' came to live with us (Or should I say, live with him). Anyway, Dana takes him to bed every night and 'Andy' is really an attachment to him.

It even went so far that the other day Dana insisted that 'Andy' would be one year old the next day and in accordance with the custom at our house he must have a cake and party. He pressured Mother into making a cake with one candle on it and come supper time the lights were turned out and we all sang "Happy Birthday" to 'Andy'. The one who enjoyed it the most was Dana. Of course all enjoyed the cake.

—o—

THERE IS A new trend in child rearing. It is slow in coming, but gradually it will take root. True, juvenile delinquency (as they call it) is still gaining and probably will for a few years yet, but the new trend is not to let the children do as they please. Instead they are to be taught, that Dad is not just a pal to his sons but the head of the house and that Sonny is to respect him.

There is to be a friendlyness between them, of course, but also a firmness. A firmness that has not been there for many years generally. "No more of this buddy, buddy stuff", the most recent psychological book says.

I, for one, think the child rearing books of the past few years were way off base. They bent over backwards in wanting the child to think for himself, whether he was capable of it or not.

"Children should not be frustrated, or have big disappointments," they said. "It might create an inferiority complex".

Well we reaped the consequences of such attitudes, and the results are not good. Just read the papers every day and we can see the results.

I don't go along with the extremes that the latest views on child rearing go to. I think that the scriptures have the right attitudes "The fear of the Lord, is the beginning of wisdom".
"Well, the fear of Father is also the beginning of wisdom in the son or daughter".

At the same time God is the personification of love; and so must father be the personification of love toward his children. That is the balance wheel of parental relationship that will bring up the future leaders of this nation in a way that will teach authority without warping the personality.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Kids Enjoyable, Writer Explains

HELLO FOLKS — Well! Well! Doug and Tracy Vandegrift finally got a son after five daughters. Congratulations to them. Wonder if they took the advise Vera and I gave them a while back? Fact is, we gave them several ideas that were supposed to encourage having a male child. I have an idea that Doug's chest is a couple inches larger these days.

I've heard it said, however, "Just get the girls, the boys will follow."

—o—

THE YOUNGSTERS had their Halloween fun. They each had their costumes and went out for Unicef. Brent has a leopard suit, Mark a devil, Adell a dancing girl, Zina a bat, Randy was Fred Flintstone, and Ann was an Indian maid. Brent decided to stay home when his mother put his leopard pajamas over his clothes.

—o—

AS I HAVE said before, there is no greater joy to me than having children around. I think the age of two to five is when I get the biggest charge out of them. They say so many cute things and get things twisted around easily in a way that produces a good belly laugh.

Brent is in that stage, he is three. He has this leopard suit that he calls a tiger suit. It has a hoot to it that covers all but his face. He insisted on wearing it to bed. The first night it got twisted around and he woke up and started crying. All his mother could see was the back of his head and I guess it seemed funny to her.

The other morning he was telling about his dream.

"There was a tiger and two lions fighting, — I was the tiger."

"Who won?" asked his mother.

"Not one — THREE!

"I mean, who won the fight?" explained mother.

"I did."

Yesterday we wanted to go outside. "Get your shoes and I will help you put them on," said mother.

He went out on the porch and was back in a few seconds.

"Here they are. Notwput them on." There he had two squash and was playing a joke on his mother.

—o—

EVEN IF the under-five age is the cutest, the ones over five are not to be outdone. The girls in kindergarten and first have to have their loves everyday. When school started the rush for the bus eliminated that moment, I thought. But when they got home from school Adell came running to me, "Daddy, you forgot something today."

I couldn't remember but she never forgets. So now it is usually in the evening that they show their affection.

Somehow, nothing seems to be too wrong when children think you are tops.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Family Fun at Petersens

HELLO FOLKS! — I suppose it is only natural that with five lively daughters in the home I should have to take a bit of abuse. Take last week for instance. It all started when I came to the table with my hair standing erect. The kids made fun of it and Zina to cap it off, put a ribbon on it.

As many of you know I have precious hair left, and none to spare. I left the ribbon in the hair after dinner and laid down on the couch to read and have a little nap. When I get sleepy I can go to sleep standing up and I become oblivious to anything going on around.

When I awakened I heard some snickers and knew that something "fishy" had been going on. It took a while for me to get the facts, and it was Merilee who informed, Merilee is my everlasting pal, and besides that she is not good at keeping secrets. She informed me that while I was asleep they had put a ribbon on my chest and a bottle in my arms and taken a picture of me.

I haven't found the film or this story might have ended differently, but I suppose I will get the razzing of my life when the picture gets here.

Living with a houseful of lovely women isn't really too bad. After all is isn't every man who gets to boss around a houseful of them, or be bossed himself. The thing that put the edge on it all is that they have a mischievious mother who encourages all this.

—o—

Our youngest son Brent got the bright idea one day of publishing a newspaper. He was helping me farm and while on the tractor he got it pretty well set in his mind what he was going to write. He calls it the "Hog Town News". Our big hog pasture we call Hog Town. The embellishments are all his and next week this column will be a reprint of what he wrote; or at least a part of it.

—o—

In case you hadn't noticed: the month of May was a wet one. We got 6.3 inches of rain. We had gotten 3.4 in April.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

How Big Are Corn Fields?

HELLO FOLKS — There are some big corn fields in Freeborn County. I'll wait a couple of weeks and announce the response from you readers as to the size of some of the corn fields. If you know of a corn field that is a big one send in the number of acres and I'll announce it in the column.

—o—

JULY THIS year was the wettest month I have ever experienced at least as far as I can recall. Here at Edvera Farm we got 11.5 inches of rain during July. It started off with a whopping 4 1/2 inches the first. We had 1/2 inch the 4th, over 2 inches the 7th, a half inch on both the 11th and 14th, one-and-one-half the 19th, one-and-three-tenths the 20th, and then off showers the rest of the month.

This is considerably more than the Albert Lea record of over 7 inches for July.

I have been keeping record of the precipitation at Edvera Farm for several years and for the most part we get less than Albert Lea or Austin. This is quite a switch and evens up somewhat for the 2 or 3 inches less rainfall a year that we have been getting each year.

—o—

CHILDREN CAN give more laughs than any clown on earth.

Our four-year-old, Brent, was supposed to give a talk in Sunday School. He wanted to give his own idea of a talk, but we had had some experience with that in the past, so Vera drilled him closely to be sure he had the talk memorized. I understand that he did very well.

That was considerably different than what happened a few years ago to Randy. Randy is an individualist just like Brent. He insisted on giving his own talk in Sunday School. He was taught one that he was supposed to give but when it came time to give it here is what he said.

"Jesus had a little lamb. He took it down to the river. There was a railroad track running alongside the river. The lamb ran onto the railroad track and the train came along and ran over it."

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Humor Ends The Tension

HELLO FOLKS — We were traveling over one of the roads near the Mississippi river in the eastern part of the state. It had been a constant suspense of up hill, down hill, around sharp curves, through canyons, along streams and over ridges. Some of us were car sick and most of us were getting a bit tired of it all.

As we came around one of the last sharp turns staring us in the face was a sign, crudely printed and nailed to a tree. It made us us all laugh. It read: "SOMETHINGS GOTTA GIVE".

—o—

WE HAVE all heard the expressions, "You have to have the bitter to enjoy the better." and "It has to be dark before you can see the stars" and quotations of such nature. At the Petersen home we have found the truth of such sentiments.

We had our share of problems the past summer. Problems that I am sure we have profited by. We had a sweet, new daughter in August, and about six weeks later our queen (meaning my wife) developed a severe infection and was confined to the hospital. That and an operation kept her there three weeks, with another couple weeks for convalescence at home.

With a large family and lots of special problems we were hard put to fund the answers to them. This is where we saw the "stars" or should we say the "better"?

All of a sudden the neighbors started bringing in food. Relatives came to clean, cook, bake and wash and friends took care of the baby, along with the relatives. Without even asking if they could neighbors came into the fields to pick corn.

One lady who had just retired from 40 years of teaching and had raised a family of nine, besides, called and said that she wanted to keep house for us while Vera was unable to. She did a magnificent job of management and we are so grateful to her and all the friends, neighbors and relatives who did so much to show their kindness.

Things are pretty well back to normal and we are convinced that there is really a lot of good in the world, and I am convinced that there is no lack of charity.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Jared Proves A Big Tease

HELLO FOLKS! — Linnea celebrated her sixth birthday today. A comical incident occurred that made us all laugh. The children had special suits made for Halloween a couple of years ago such as ghosts, leopards, devils, bunnies, etc.

It seems that only the leopard and bunny suits still exist. Linnea claims that leopard suit and Merilee uses the bunny suit for pajamas.

Last night they each had on their favorite costumes. Big brother Jared, who is never slow to tease, bit the tail of the leopard.

Before Linnea would go to bed her mother had to wrap the tail with bandage because it hurt. The bandage was still on this morning when she came to breakfast. It was sort of an honor badge, I guess.

—o—

A MAN'S REAL MEASURE 
By W. C. BRAUN

The place to take the real measure of a man is not in the darkest place or in the church singing hymns, or at his desk, nor in he cornfield, but by his own fireside. There he lays aside his mask and you may learn he is an imp or an angel, cur of king, hero or humbug, I care not what the world says of him: whether it crowns him boss or pelts him with bad eggs.

I care not a copper what is reputation on religion may be; if his children dread his homecoming and his better half swallows her heart everything she has to ask him for a $5 bill, he is a fraud of the first water, even though he prays night and morning until he shakes the eternal hills.

But if his children rush to the front door to meet him and love's sunshine, illuminates the face of his wife everytime she hears his footfall, you can take it for granted that he is O.K. for his home is a Heaven — and the humbug never gets that .... white throne. He may be a rank atheist and red flag anarchist, roller and a mugwump; he may deal 'em from the bottom of the deck and drink beer until he can't tell a silver dollar from a circular saw, and still be an infinitely better man the the cowardly little humbug who is all sauvity in society but makes his home a hell; who vents upon the hopeless heads of his wife and children an ill nature he would inflict on his fellow men, but dares not.

I can forgive much in that fellow mortal who would rather call anger to the eyes of a kind than fear to the face of a child.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

2 Theories About Life

HELLO FOLKS —

A Candle's but a simple thing:
It starts with just a bit of string.
Yet dipped and dipped with patient hand,
It gathers wax upon the strand,
Until, complete, and snowy white,
It gives at last a lovely light.

Life seems so like that bit of string;
Each deed we do a simple thing;
Yet day by day, if on life's strand
We work with patient heart and hand,
It gathers joy, makes dark day bright,
And gives at last a lovely light.

—o—

UNINSTRUCTED
"I'm going to send you down to earth".
Said God to me one day,
"I'm giving you what men call birth —
Tonight, you'll start away.
I want you there to live with men,
Until I call you back again".

I trembled as I heard Him speak
Yet knew that I must go;
I felt His hand upon my cheek,
And wished that I might know
Just what on earth would be my task,
And timidly I dared to ask.

"Tell me before I start away,
What thou would have me do;
What message would thou have me say?
When shall my work be through?
That I may serve Thee on earth?
Tell me the purpose of my birth".

God smiled at me and softly said,
"Oh you shall find your task,
I want you free life's paths to tread.
So do not stay to ask
Remember if your best you do,
That I shall ask no more of you".

How often as my work I do,
So common place and grim,
I sit and sigh and wish I knew
If I am pleasing Him.
I wonder if with every test,
I've really tried to do my best?

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Vera Petersen, 95, wife of Edwin Petersen, the author of these articles, passed away on Friday evening, June 19th 2015. 

Sunday, March 22, 2015

That's Exactly What He Means

HELLO FOLKS: Rog, Skophammer enhanced the Pied Pipers column by having his wife write in his place. Her stories about the children reminded us about ours. Brent is three, going on four. About six months ago at breakfast time he asked for a soft egg. His mother obliged with a soft fried egg. He didn't want it.
"I want a soft one."
"Well this is soft."
"No, one like this." and he picked out one that was fried hard.
"That is a hard one," his mother informed him.
"Well it is soft to me." and that was that. To this day when he wants a soft egg he means just the opposite.

He has a mind strictly his own. The only way it can be changed is with a pat on the back; low enough and hard enough to be effective. Of course some things are not important enough to warrant that, such is the case with the egg. In fact, it is quite humorous.

—o—

ONE OF THE interesting observations about farm politics and policies is the change in thinking concerning the programs. For several years we heard a lot of talking about 100 per cent of parity. The parties who did most of the talking about it seemed to think they knew what parity was.

Now that their favorite candidates are in office the idea of full parity has been quietly laid to rest after having been given a fatal dose of 'facing facts'. It and talk about the danger of the family farm losing its place have suddenly become unpopular.

Not that full parity shouldn't be our aim and it could be a realized goal if we would just go after it in the right manner. The problem is in getting enough farmers to agree on the means, and getting the politicians out of the 'pudding'.

We have a clear example of how it can be achieved. All we have to do is look at the products that have no government interference. They are generally the most profitable. The only exceptions are the products where the famers under controls can horn in on the others farmer's markets and run them competition.

The politicians would like to have put a floor of $13 or $14 on hogs about seven years ago. Statesmen refused to go along with the plan and the result is hogs have averaged nearly $4 a hundred more than that since then.

One of the surest ways of assuring the farmers a better income is to put the support price low enough that it does not encourage excessive production. How about zero to 70 per cent, as the secretary suggested.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

A Long Trip With Family

HELLO FOLKS! — It is vacation time again and that is just what we are doing at this writing.

A long distance telephone call from Grandma Barnes brought us to the realization that this was the year of their Golden Wedding anniversary and that they were expecting us all to be there.

Our family is so large that we hadn't expected to take another long trip together. However, this was to be no ordinary visit. After all, 50th wedding anniversaries don't come often.

We talked over a number of different plans and finally decided that the most practical plan was for us to pack all twelve into the station wagon, hook a trailer behind for all the luggage and take off. We would be crowded, but with proper planning and schooling the discomfort would be held to a minimum.

Haying delayed us a bit. We finished haying the afternoon of the 15th, then packed the luggage and took off.

We had decided to try traveling through the night. The children had tested out the idea of all sleeping in the car and felt that it would work. With Vera and I taking turns driving we got along pretty well.

The weather man cooperated perfectly and gave us the weather we wanted. We got to the Badlands at four a.m. The day was just beginning to break, Mark woke up and said, "It it getting daytime?" "Yes" said his mother, "Good, then I won't have to go to sleep again."

The trip was planned with the children in mind and especially for them. After all we don't expect to take such a trip again with most of the family.

They Enjoyed It

THEY ENJOYED the romp around the Badlands immensely. The sun was not yet up and I think that is the time of day when they are the most beautiful. The sun peeped over the horizon just as we left the place and the shadows of the car and trailer could be seen away over on the further slopes. The children got a real charge out of looking for them.

The drive through the Black hills was most memorable. The children had not been there before and by knowing what to expect we could prepare them for each exciting episode. The tunnels were the most exciting for the younger ones and the Cosmos was what the older ones enjoyed the most.

We picnicked along the way and for the benefit of those of you who are planning to take a trip and want to do a lot of eating out, remember that all along the way there are picnic grounds and that are really nice with many of them having water and modern facilities.

Roads are very good too, for the most part. A good share of the new roads are being built on new routes and do not interfere with the roads now used.

We spent several hours in Cody and went through the Yellow Stone Park. I'll tell you about it next week.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Let's Get College For Albert Lea

HELLO FOLKS! — The burning question of the day; "Should Albert Lea have a Junior College?" I answer a definite YES for many reasons, and I can think of very few reasons why not. The few I can think of don't even come close to balancing the asset side.

We need an Albert Lea Junior College because there are many area students who otherwise probably won't get a higher education.

It would keep money in local circulation that would otherwise go to other colleges and cities, and be lost to our economy.

It would go a long way toward keeping cultural standards high and raising them from what they are now.

The instructors employed would create a demand for housing which would create work, and help stimulate the economy.

The higher education attained by local people would in itself create a higher standard of living.

An industry trying to decide where to settle would take into consideration the fact of a college being here.

There will no doubt be a greater demand each year for higher educational training so if the need is here now, it will be much grater ten or twenty years from now.

Let's all get behind the drive for a Junior College and have one soon.

—o—

A YOUNG graduate of St. Olaf College married a girl from Carieton College. He confided to his older brother who had done the same thing, "there is only one thing bothering me. I simply don't know how to address Margret's mother. I don't think it's right to go around calling her motherinlaw, and I don't think it proper to call her mother, in due respect to our own mother. How did you get around this when you married Susan?"

"Simplest thing in the world," his older brother replied. "The first year I addressed her as 'hey'. After the first year we called her 'grandma.'"

—o—

I'VE JUST made a big discovery! I am married to a poetess. It's a fact; and to prove it to you I am going to print it in this column.

I know that she doesn't have a copyright on it and if she doesn't know I am printing it until she reads it in the paper it is OK with me.

The way it all came about is because we have a good friend by the name of George Kurth.

Last fall George was telling Vera that we would have a mild winter. The reason he knew it was because of the way the muskrats were building their mounds.

When the cold weather came along Vera chided him with 'you and your muskrats'. Then when the weather warmed up real nice, George called up and asked "What do you think of my muskrats now?" Vera answered that they were probably dead from the cold they had to endure before the warmup came.

Then came this recent 20 below weather and Vera wrote him a letter that went something like this:

You better head for the hills,
I'm tired of the cold, shivers and chills;
So contact your rats and get on the run,
 I am a coming with a great big gun.
Those meadowlarks, too, were singing a wrong song.
So I suggest you take them along.
Head for the hills and don't dare stop,
cause a few warm days won't save your mop (hair).
Run real fast and don't stop to rest.
I took your word and left my flannels in the chest.
I'll never again believe those ol' beaver tales.
From now on I'm hunting the long flannel sales.

—o—

A FRIEND of mine just returned from California. I asked him what he thought about the west. He replied, "Well, take those California drivers. They figure that if you travel less than 60 miles per hour you are double parked.

—o—

I SUPPOSE that most of the farmers in the county got a county directory in the mail. Might as well throw it in the stove, fellows. It isn't worth the paper it is written on, much less the cost of advertising that the publishers got out of it. It is not a bit accurate.

—o—

I SEE THAT THE Austin Police have been arresting auto owners for leaving keys in their cars. Must be they are trying to create more delinquents. It c[er]tainly is not a good policy to leave an auto open to theft. But when we take the attitude that a car deserves to be stolen becau[s]e the keys are left in it we are really driving the nail from the wrong end.

There is one sure way to cure delinquents of theft and that is to give them one year's prison sentence at hard labor, on a well balanced diet of gruel and water, giving them only time off from the work to go to school and church, and of course a few hours sleep. After a few first offenders, the rest of the gang will think the pursuit of a legitimate career is much more fun, and then in a few years we wouldn't even think of taking our keys out of the cars. The youths of the community would be developing their talents instead of concentrating on mischief, and that diet of gruel would, in most cases, be the healthiest (though not the most interesting) food they will have had since their infancy.

Of course there will be problems arising from such a plan. The law officials will have to find other jobs.

—o—

THE DAIRY industry, which had been made sick by government neddling through price supports, is gradually mending itself back to health. While prices are still too low, they are on the ment. The numbers are going down at a rate of 4 per cent per year, and production is holding about st[eady]. This means that if dairy is [left]alone it will be on its own in [about] another year. The most serious[ly] depressed are is right here [in] Minnesota as we are in a su-- area and can't find a close ma--.

For the most part the price [of] milk is about 10 cents above support level and butterfat at one cent above. That means any raise in support prices w[ill] have to be considerable in order [to] raise the income for farmers -- would only tend to stop the [ad]justment in supply and dem[and]. Rather than appeal for an inc[rease] in supports, the dairy farmers best try to get the Govern[ment] out of the game so that the d[airy] man can again proser along [wiht] the rest of the economy.

Perhaps the supports are a[t a] place now where they might [not] do any harm, but the dange[r of] leaving them is that the ene-- of free markets will continu[e to] attempt to use them to rob [the] farmer of his just place in an -- and competitive market. 

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Census Bureau Must Know

HELLO FOLKS — It's time to take the farm census and the enumerators are out doing their job. There are a lot of questions that might seem of no value to anyone but I suppose they do make sense to the Census Bureau.

—o—

BEFORE HALLOWEEN is too far past, let's think a bit about it. It's the one time in the year when blackmail is legal for the junior league. It is still punishable by prison terms for the rest of us.

It is a good thing for the young ones to get out and "unbend" but I question the advisability of encouraging them to tricks or treat in the manner which it is done. I know of one man who leaves town for Halloween. The hords of children who come knocking and threaten tricks or treats gets him plenty upset. It isn't that he is not generous enough; he is as kindly a man as I know but he is getting up in years and it is more than he can stand.

Wouldn't it be a lot better if we taught the children to 'trick and treat' in a different manner? For instance parents could teach them little tricks, songs, jokes or stunts. They could go around from house to house showing off their talents, entertaining instead of being pests, giving instead of receiving. Surely that would be more uplifting and character building. We did it this year as a church group and it was a heap of fun. What say we give it a try on a community basis next year?

—o—

I THINK this Halloween was the most fun I have had at home. The children each got themselves a suit. They needed some nighties anyway so Vera made them each a different one. Mark got a leopard suit. Adell a bunny suit. Zina a Chinese suit and Dana a skeleton.

Randy made a costume out of cardboard — he called it Randy the Robot. Ann was a Devil and Jared a tramp. Karen was a cloak and dagger spy and Vera a Gypsy.

What gave me the most laughs was Adell. I hid my face when I saw the cotton Vera had sewed on for the bunny tail. That was signal enough for Adell, who has been teasing me a lot lately. Every time she got a chance she would wave that tail in front of me just to get a 'raise'. She is really proud of it and I guess she has a right to be; it isn't ever one who can go to bed at night with a 'cotton tail'.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Can't Take It In Big Doses

HELLO FOLKS — Flattery is like perfume — It is all right to take a whiff of it but don't swallow it.

We cannot march in a Parade and sit in the grandstand at the same time.

Happiness is one of the better things of life which usually comes as a by-product of activities directed toward other ends.

—o—

FROM THE remarks that could be heard around this place, sometimes you would think that I received very little affection. It is not necessarily so, though. I think I get my share of it, but it seems there has to be a certain amount of 'beating around the bush' before it comes out into the open.

As you perhaps all know, children love attention and they have strange ways of getting it. Take Ann for instance. She found out one of the most subtle ways to get it was to curl up in my big easy chair about the time she thinks I want it. I have found out the best way to get her out of it is to tickle her. That way we both get what we want.

The younger girls realized very soon that it works and so Adell tried it. She is small enough that I could squeeze in beside her. Soon there was a 'fight' going on. Finally she said "Daddy, if you don't stop it pretty soon you'll get out of here."

Zina is more direct in her approach. After I had been gone for over a day she came to me and reaching out her arms she said, "Daddy, I sure been missing you." Another time she said to Mother, "I have two boy friends. Mark here is one of them." When she didn't elaborate further Mother asked, "and who is the other." "Oh! He is out at the barn somewhere." — Meaning me.

Our two little fellows have to have their time of affection too. Most of which comes after breakfast. I like to rest a bit after a hearty breakfast; so I stretch out in my big chair again and tune to the "Garroway" show—that is if I have time. That is the signal for the boys to tune in. Brent is coy but Mark comes right up and gives a big hug in exchange for some tickling; about five minutes of it and that are off for the days adventure.

I got taken at April Fools this year, again. I was milking and had the radio tuned in. The announcer mentioned that it was April Fools day, so I knew that I had to be careful. About that time the phone rang and Jared said, "Mother's back is bad and she can't get out of bed." It caught me completely off guard. I hurried to the house. She was in bed allright, but — she was dressed and had gotten breakfast. The whole family got a charge out of that. They wouldn't have dared to pull such a stunt if it had been any other day of the year.

That night we had pancakes for supper. I got suspicious because we generally have them April Fools Day and I invariably find something in my pancake that shouldn't be there; like a string, piece of cloth, or some such thing. This time there was nary a thing wrong with them.

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Advice on Teaching a Calf to Drink

HELLO, FOLKS: I was browsing through my wife's notebook and came to this, entitled: "How to feed a calf."

"The hardest thing on a farm, I think, is trying to teach a calf to drink.

"He'll pull and twist and wiggle his tail. Then, the first thing you know — kerplunk! — there goes his nose in the pail. And most of the milk goes over your clothes."

ADVICE IN RHYME

"Hold on to your patience, your teeth you can grit. If you can't hold your temper, you might as well quit.

"For old Mother Nature, whose methods don't fail, never meant for a calf to first drink from a pail.

"Back him into a corner, get astraddle his neck. He hurt you much; you're already a wreak.

"Lift up the bucket. Push his head down. And away you go again, around and around.

"Give him a finger, and maybe, with luck, that little old calf will start to suck.

"Just do this for a week, with your back in a kink, and then maybe you'll teach him to drink."

—o—
Flight into Egypt

WITH SPUTNICK flying around in outer space, I am reminded of a story I heard.

The Sunday-School teacher told the children to draw a picture illustrating a Biblical text. One little girl returned with a drawing of an airplane, a man, a woman, a baby, and a pilot.

"What's this?" the teacher asked.

"It's the flight in Egypt," the tot replied. "That's Mary, Joseph, the Infant Jesus — and that one is Pontius, the Pilot."

—o—

A Worth While Program

THE RURAL development program is about two years old. It started in a small way and, as it gets to working, it will expand.

Congress appropriated two million dollars in 1957 and two-and-one-half million for the year 1958. The idea behind this program is to help the rural people in the distressed areas to gain a fairer share of the national income.

In these areas, the farmers can hardly expect to earn more from their farms. Therefore, it is the intent of the program to help these people to increase their incomes by developing new sources of income. The program is based on organized local initiative and is supported with federal help.

—o—

Volunteers Gain Experience

IN SOME CASES, the program helps train people to take on other jobs. In others, it helps them move to places of employment if there is no way to get jobs locally.

There are more than 200 volunteers working on the program. Most of them are in the areas where the program is being set up. Churches are encouraged to help out in the job.

Already the effects of the program are beginning to be felt, and as the people responsible for the program gain experience, it is expected to have a still greater effect.

Here, at last, is a program that has as its goal the development of character rather than the weakening of it.

UPDATE
Current information on the USDA Rural Development lists the portfolio of loans at $181.1 billion. It will loan $38 billion in loans, loan guarantees and grants this fiscal year.

For more current information go to USDA Rural Development.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

At 40, Life Begins to Drag

Hello Folks. How does it seem to be 40?

I should know, I just reached that milestone, but I was too busy to notice any difference.

As far as I can tell the physical change is negligible. I can do as much work today as I could 20 years ago and as much as I could 10 years ago.

Mentally, I suppose I have grown more conservative  I really believe I am wiser (though some may dispute that). If I am not wiser I am retrogressing and haven't much to live for in the next 40 years.

On the other hand if the past 40 have shown substantial progress the next 40 should be even more interesting. I want to live to be 80, my plans are set accordingly, with a certain amount of hedging in case it doesn't pan out that way.

Don't ask me if I am prepared to die, I'm not!

I am prepared to live. I enjoy living, as much as anyone I know. I don't envy any man. While I am sojorning upon this earth I intend to enjoy it to the fullest.

I have found that there is more "honest – to – goodness" joy in helping my fellow-men than there is in accumulating a lof of material wealth.

There is more satisfaction in turing the other cheek and watching the opponent's frustration in so doing than in squaring off.

There is often more value in "rolling with the punch" and coming back with my own lates on than there is in never giving ground.

I have found that there is more satisfaction in being in the arean than there is sitting on the sidelines watching. You grow strong in activity, weak in just watching.

I have learned that blues are for the idler. To the one who is constantly active (and we can all be) blues are foreign. The activity of course, must always be constructive.

I realize that you can learn more from the laws of nature than you can out of books. Wonder if that is why nearly all great men have lived near the "grass roots."

All in all, it is a great, wide, wonderful world. And why should it not be? If a man has a family who love him, a home to dwell in, friends to visit with, soil to till, a job to do, enough to eat and the assurance that there's a "Man Upstairs" who will give you help any time he really needs it, what more could he ask?

If you job seems too much for you, remember, most of the important tasks in the world are being done by people not quite up to them.

Twelve things to remember
1– The value of time.
2– The success of perseverance.
3– The pleasure of working.
4– The dignity of simplicity.
5– The value of character.
6– The power of kindness.
7– The influence of example.
8– The obligation of duty.
9– The wisdom of economy.
10– The virtue of patience.
11– The important of talents.
12– The joy of origination.



My birthday was May 5. As I told you we were all head over heals in work so I didn't even think about a birthday cake.

The next day being Sunday, we had dinner at the chapel with the congregation.

I sat down to eat before a beautifully decorated cake and one candle on it. I couldn't quite figure out that it was for me (what with on candle).

Mrs. Petersen explained it this way:
"Life begins at forty. Therefore if your life is just beginning you can't be more than one."

I finally got it figured out, I think.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

An Angel That Lives

By EDWIN B. PETERSEN

HELLO FOLKS! — Perhaps most of you read "Mary Worth" in the Tribune. The fictional Mary Worth is always traveling around doing good. Have you ever run across a real live "Mary Worth"? I have.

Her name isn't Mary Worth, but the nature of her living can be closely described by it. Her real name is Winona Brookbank. She is better known to her host of friends a Grandma B.

The other day a card arrived from her stating that she would soon be through this area and would like to stop over for a day. We were, of course, delighted. Two years ago when she landed in this area she turned out to be a real "angel of mercy." Here is how it happened.

I was at a church metting in St. Paul when someone introduced me to this lady. She was planning a visit to Leroy east of Austin, and wanted to know how to get there and what transportation connections were available.



I WASN'T SURE that there were any, but told her that if she came to Austin and couldn't find transportation, to call the Edvera farm and we would try to get her there.

When she called I took her to her destination and that evening invited her to our home for supper, as she didn't have any other place to go.

About this time wife Vera was having a very severe time with an infection. She realized the next day she would have to go to the hospital. That was all it took for the real, live 'Mary Worth' to go into action. She called from Austin the next morning, saying she felt compelled to offer her services in out home if a stay in the hospital was necessary.



THE STAY LASTED nearly three weeks. During that time Grandma B. really pitched in, even to baking bread and churning the excess cream into butter. The children loved Grandma B — just took to her naturally.

A lot of other people also helped out during the situation we were in, but in the case of Grandma B. it was more uncalled for. She had never seen us before; nor had we her.

This is typical of this great lady. When she visited us last week we found out that she has been doing this sort of thing ever since she left here.

Her eldest son's wife was in precarious health. She took over there until the wife was well again.



LAST SUMMER HER son-in-law wanted to further his education, but with three young children to feed it would be pretty hard to do unless his spouse could find a teaching job. In turn it would have been pretty difficult unless there was someone to care for the children.

Grandma B. went to the rescue. She offered to care for the children and that is what she is doing now, while Leon is getting better educated and daughter is teaching.

Grandma B. has been active all her life. She reared 9 children, all of them upstanding citizens. After they were left fatherless at an early age Grandma B. went back to teaching. She has had nearly 40 years of teaching experience.

Grandma B. is not a young person anymore but she still substitute teaches on occasions, and she is still young at heart. When she hears dancing music her feet can hardly stay put and she can still keep up with a good many people 20 years her junior.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

More About Son Brent

By Edwin B. Petersen

HELLO FOLKS — I've been told that a successful old age depends on a proper beginning.

There is nothing more harmful to a man's progress than to think he is in the grave when he is really in a rut.



I DIDN'T FINISH telling you about our episode with Brent, when we were on our vacation last summer.

When we found Brent and didn't realize that he had had such a good time on shore we didn't want to waste his ticket and deprive him of the opportunity to ride on a river boat. Therefore, we put him on the "Bemidji Belle" which was supposed to be leaving for another excursion soon: while we went to visit Paul and Babe.

The Bemidji Belle didn't leave as scheduled and by the time we had seen most of the sights in the park she was still there, tied up at port.


We were anxious to get to Itaska Park before dark so we decided to get Brent off the boat.


No Refunds


He was getting tired of waiting too, so Vera went over to the ticket office to see if we could get a refund on the ticket. The ticket agent was reluctant to refund the money, but offerend to give each of the children a ball of cotton candy. This made good business, so each of them received the biggest ball of cotton candy they had ever eaten.


It wasn't until then we found out what Brent had been up to and why he seemed so happy despite the fact that he had been left behind. Who wouldn't be happy if they could get free rides in a park just by telling a sob story.


We discovered one thing on the trip. The children had a way of getting us to let them go swimming, whenever they wanted to. One of them would 'accidentally' fall in the water or at least get very wet. Then this 'leader' would say something about changing to a swimming suit or staying in the water as long as he or she was already wet. Soon they were all in the swim.


One of the things the children won't soon forget was bathing in the headwaters of the Mississippi. The water was warm and the bottom sandy, and just deep enough for fun. All in all, we had a very lovely time.


I hope that most of you busy people — especially farmers — will take off a few days and see Minnesota 'first'. A trip through the Twin Cities Duluth, North Shore Drive and across through the Iron Range is worth anybody's time and trouble.


HISTORY
Paul Bunyan Park - Click HERE



Sunday, July 8, 2012

A Lost Boy Has Fun

By Edwin B. Petersen

HELLO FOLKS! — Election time coming up next week. Be sure and vote.

Remember that the constitutional amendments are as important to vote on as are the candidates. Study the issues well, regarding them. My recommendation is to vote yes on both of them. Not voting on them is the same as voting no.



I HAVE DECIDED to tell you about an incident that happened to us last summer while we were on a vacation trip to northern Minnesota. The reason I hesitated to tell you sooner is because you will probably this we are terribly slothful parents; but here goes anyway.

We took a trip to Superior-Duluth and the Iron Range the second week in July and took six of the children along. These included Randy, 12, Zina, 9, Adell, 8, Mark, 7, Brent, 6, and Linnea, 3.

We had a wonderful time visiting with Uncle Pete and Aunt Georgia at superior, seeing the Duluth harbor, climbing boulders in Lake Superior, wading in the pools below Gooseberry Falls along North Shore Drive, seeing the taconite plants and the Messabi Iron Range in Bemidji, and bathing at the head waters of the Mississippi River in Itaska Park.

It was while at Paul's park in Bemidji that the incident took place.

Lost Brent

We had just arrived at the park and decided to take a ride on the Bemidji Belle, (a river boat) on Lake Bemidji. Armed with 8 tickets, we boarded the boat.

When we had been out about 10 or 15 minutes Vera asked me where Brent was. I just then remembered that I hadn't seen him on the boat. Our first thoughts were, of course, that he might have fallen off. We quickly dismissed that idea because it didn't seem possible with the high fence around the edge of the boat.

The next thought was if he had slipped when boarding the boat. That too was ruled out as I had personally helped each one aboard.

Knowing Brent and his independent ways, we decided he had struck off on his own when we entered the park and hadn't seen us board the boat. We felt better with that conclusion and didn't worry to the point that it spoiled our outing.

When we got back to shore an hour later we set about finding the boy. I sent Randy to the car to see if he was there and the others checked around the park. All came back with a negative report.

As we stood there wondering where to look next we spied a small boy darting across the street about two blocks away. From the way he acted I was sure it was Brent and detailed Randy to go after him; post haste.

Instead of what we supposed would be a worried and disappointed boy we found one with the air of the car who has 'swallowed the canary'.

He had apparently had a great time seeing the sights. When he had run out of things to see and do in the park he had visited shops around town. At times he had rushed back to the car to check if it was still there and if we were worried about him; then he would visit some more sights.

The story gradually unfolded. When he missed us he decided that we had either gone on the boat or the sea plane. Instead of griping or moping about it he took advantage of it. He had gone the rounds and told the concession men about his plight, and they, out of pity, would offer him rides.

MAP
Map of the areas visited on the trip to Northern Minnesota
HERE


DICTIONARY
posthaste |ˈpōstˈhāst|

adverb
with great speed or immediacy: she would go posthaste to England.



HISTORY
The constitutional amendment Grandpa is speaking about 
Making a poll tax unconstitutional - Click here for more info.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Man Faces Only Trouble

By EDWIN B. PETERSEN

HELLO FOLKS: My wife says that at the way they are building free-ways around here, it won't be long before we won't be able to get anywhere.



A man's life is full of trouble. He comes into the world without his consent and goes out usually against his will, and the trip between his coming and going is exceedingly rocky. The rule of contraries is one of the features of his journey.

When he is little, the big girls kiss him; but when he is big, only little girls kiss him.

If he is poor, he's a bad manager; if he's rich they'll claim he's dishonest.

If he needs credit, he can't get it; if he is prosperous, everyone wants to do him a favor.

If he is in politics, they say he takes graft; if he's not in politics, he's not patriotic.

If he gives to charity, it's for show; if he doesn't he's a stingy cuss.

When he's actively religious, he's called a hypocrite. If he doesn't take a deep interest in religion, then he's a hardened sinner.

If he gives affection, he's a soft specimen; if he cares for nobody, they say he is cold blooded.

If he dies young, there was a great future for him; if he lives to be old, he missed his calling.

If he saves money, he's a miser; if he spends it, he's a squanderer.

If he works hard, they say he's crazy; if he doesn't work hard, he's a bum.

So what's the use?

DICTIONARY:

graft  |graft|
noun
practices, esp. bribery, used to secure illicit gains in politics or business; corruption: sweeping measures to curb official graft.
• such gains: government officials grow fat off bribes and graft.
verb [ no obj. ]
make money by shady or dishonest means.
DERIVATIVES
grafter noun
ORIGIN mid 19th cent.: of unknown origin.


cuss |kəs| informal
noun
1 an annoying or stubborn person or animal: he was certainly an unsociable cuss.
2 another term for curse ( sense 2 of the noun).
verb
another term for curse ( sense 2 of the verb).

miser |ˈmīzər|
noun
a person who hoards wealth and spends as little money as possible.
ORIGIN late 15th cent. (as an adjective in the sense ‘miserly’): from Latin, literally ‘wretched.’