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Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

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.

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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, January 24, 2016

Zina's Turn To Write

HELLO FOLKS — One of my favorite girl friends asked me if she could write a column for me. I have consented to it and the next words you read will be hers. (Zina Petersen—age 10.)

—o—

I think that I shall never see,
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest,
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
and lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of Robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

The name of this poem is "Trees" by Joice Kilmer. It is one of my favorite poems. This poem has a tune. What I mean is, we had a record that was sung by the "Sons of the Pioneers." It is a very pretty song.

I have read many other poems, but this is the best one yet. I hope that when I grow up, I can write a few poems. Whenever I read the poem, "Trees" I always look outside and am thankful we have trees to look at.

—o—

POEMS ARE HAPPY stories or sad stories that rhyme. I would rather read a poem than a story. To me a poem is a picture readings that has to have outdoors in it or it isn't a poem. Poems always have music in them, no matter how you read them or what kind of poem they are.

In school we write poems. Here is another:

A wise old owl lived in an Oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;
The less he spoke the more he heard;
Why can't we all be like that bird?

That is a poem called "The Wise Old Owl", by Edward H. Richards. It is my favorite animal poem.

—o—

God made a wonderful mother.
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine.
And He molded her heart of pure gold.
In her eyes He placed bright shinny stars,
In her cheeks, fair roses you see,
God made a wonderful mother,
And he gave that dear mother to me.

Pat O'Reilly must have loved his mother more than anything else. This poem is called, "A Wonderful Mother".

—o—

P.S. — ZINA came to live with us ten years ago, straight from heaven. She is kind, beautiful, thoughtful to all, and has a lot of talent. Of course I may be entirely prejudice, but when she winds those long arms around my neck, looks me straight in the eye and then plants a big kiss I am not in position to think anything else.

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Direction Is All Important

HELLO FOLKS — A French man asked a German guest how they told the difference between an optimist and a pessimist in Germany.

"Very simple," the German explained. "The optimist is learning English, the pessimist is learning Russian."

THE NEW father learned all about relative humidity by holding his infant daughter on his lap.

—o—

AT TIMES my son has got me fearing
He might, perhaps, be hard of hearing
When out at play, although I call
and when I say, "Go wash your hands,"
Or "Put your toys away," he stands
Around as if he hadn't heard
A single solitary word.

It's only when I tell his mother
Some whispered little thing or other
I'd just as soon he would't learn,
I find his hearing's no concern

—o—

I HAVE HEARD a number of great speakers in my life. I love to listen to people who have something to say.

Recently I had the opportunity to listen to Sterling W. Sill. He is manger of New York Life Insurance and one of the nation's greatest personnel motivators. I listened to him for a total of about three hours and wearied not one bit. The mind of Mr. Sill is so full of ideas to motivate people into doing things that he doesn't bore you.

Among the many things he said was that in 1830 it was recommended to Congress that the patent office be closed because nearly everything that could be invented had been.

Since then 2 million patents have been issues. Without these patents we would not have any of the conveniences which we have today, among them being the telephone, phonograph, radio, television, autos, tractors, electricity and most of the fine clothes we wear. We would still be about 80 per cent farmers, wearing home spun clothes, home tanned shoes and walking most every place we go.

He mentioned that the brain is the size of our two fists, is composed of 70 per cent water, has 2 billion cells and can store more there than all the libraries in the world, and that only a fraction of it is used during the lifetime of a man. He also stated that we literally create our own mind by how we develop it.

He went on that the mind is something like a climbing vine. It tends to pull itself upward by the things it attaches itself to. When we build bars in our homes instead of altars our minds tend to follow the action.

There are 168 hours in the week. He said that 40 of them we use to make a living, the other 128 we use as we please. We need about 56 of those to get our rest and the other 72 we could use to improve ourselves.

He state that the most valuable thing in life is life itself. The one business in life is to succeed, he said, and no man need fail. The fundamental law of the universe is that we all get paid for what we do. We do not always reap as we sow but we often reap what others have sown, and the rewards are not always seen immediately. For instance George Washington is still receiving rewards for the good he did, as are the other good and great men.

This is of course, just a fraction of what he said but gives you an example of what he has to offer.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

To Cut Supply, Create Demand

HELLO FOLKS! — It took us a long time to learn it but we finally got through our heads — the fact that it is impossible to get more than the law of Supply and Demand will allow. The only way to get more than we now have is to create more demand. There are many ways to do that; some of them are — advertising, stimulating trade, creating markets abroad and at home, helping others to help themselves. We are now in the process of learning that wealth must be produced. Create a desire and a way will be found to get. Then production will take place and wealth is created. That is one of the things that made America what it is today. It is the thing that will make it greater tomorrow. I am not referring to money alone, nor just mundane desires. The rule applies to every good thing in life. Also to the things not so good, but let's not mentions them.

—o—

The annoyed girl said to her date, "Lets go someplace where we can each be alone."

Father was scowling over the report card. Said the little boy "Naturally I seem stupid to my teacher, she is a college graduate."

—o—

Two boys on a picnic with the parents got to playing with heavy road-grading machinery. Set a match to the gas tanks and got hurt. They won a big law-suit.

Two fellows got caught stealing gas. Fine-25 dollars. Gas stealing must be profitable.

Two boys went through 8 or 10 stop signs trying to outsmart the law officers. They got 10 dollar fines.

One of the boys that got caught in grand larceny is still running around and getting into as much mischief as usual. Got caught speeding since then, — thirty days license suspension. He is still driving. They haven't done anything to his father for permitting it.

These are just a few of the things going on around here, and we sit by doing nothing about it. Keep this up long enough and perhaps history will reverse itself and someday they will raid this country and send us off to darkest Africa as slaves.

This is suppose to be a civilized country where the law abiding are free to do as they wish and the law-breakers are punished enough so that they will want to obey. Guess we got our signals mixed.

—o—

It looks as though the bulk of the forcasters are proving right: it as really a dry spring and if my own predictions are right we will have a very wet July and August. At least if winds preceding 100 days are correct.

—o—

Candle Dipping

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 lifes strand
We work with patient heart and hand,
It gathers joy, makes dark day bright,
And gives at last a lovely light.

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, May 31, 2015

They're Flaws In Farm Bill

HELLO FOLKS — The house and Senate have just passed a 'Farm Bill' that is supposed to cut down the amount of wheat in storage and cut the production of it. It also again passed the emergency feed grain program.

I do not, at this time, know what contains in entirety, the program so I cannot say much about it except that if in the wheat bill the cutback in production is only 10 per cent, it will not reduce the production one bit. The reason is that we have the know-how to almost double the wheat yield. It is done by the heavy application of fertilizers.

In the past there has not been very much fertilizer applied to wheat, at least not in the principal wheat growing areas. However, the wheat men when faced with a further cut in acreage are apt to "pour it on".

I suppose there is some sort of a program along with it that pays the wheat grower in kind for retiring land, that wheat in turn is put on the open market. This is good and should be a help in reducing some of the wheat in storage. However, if we are going to really cut the wheat acreage enough to stop the excess production there will have to be a good deal more than 10 per cent retirement, for that 10 per cent is not apt to reduce wheat tonnage at all.

As for the emergency feed grain program, if farmers are allowed to change the acreages and put the acres that were retired this year into production there will be a build-up of feed reserves rather than a reduction. Those idle acres will really produce and within the period of a few years we will have probably produced more total feed than if they had not been idled. For the feed grain program to have any temporary success the idled acres will have to be permanently retired and additional acres retired with them. That will of course take more money from the taxpayer, or shall we say from the coming generation?

The whole fact is that we are not headed for a solution to the farm "problem" at all but rather building one with emergency programs.

—o—

I HEARD A verse that goes something like this.

MEN ARE FOUR

He who knows not and knows not that he knows not. He is a fool. Shun him.
He who knows not and knows that he knows not, teach him. He will learn.
He who knows and knows not that he knows, he is asleep. Awake him.
He who knows and knows that he knows, he is wise. Follow him.
– Lady Burton.
From Life of Sir Richard Burton

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Oops! Slips Show 2 Ways

HELLO, FOLKS! I don't like these off the shoulder gowns. It seems that women's styles go from one extreme to the other. Less than ten years ago women were wearing their dresses as high as the law allowed. All of a sudden they went to the sudden extreme and covered the ankles at the same time they started lowering the neckline. Down and down it came until the shoulder points showed. They didn't stop there, they went the limit, and how they hold them up now I don't know. I suppose they got some springy wires along the top and squeeze the torso just above the curves.

I wonder how much lower they can go without getting in dutch with the law?

Now, me! I like the beauty of any kind. I get as much enjoyment out of looking at properly dressed beautiful women as anyone, but I can't quite figure out what the women are up to, going to such extremes.

They don't add to the personality, nor to the character, and they certainly detract from the beauty of the face, without adding to the body, and they are a mighty poor substitute for character and personality.

If the women do it to attract the male population, they certainly aren't attracting the kind they would want to hook up with for life.

Oh, well! Who knows? Some day they may come to their senses and dress a bit more modestly.

If women dress to express themselves it appears some of them don't have much to say.

—o—

What we are is God's gift to us.
What we become is our gift to God.

—o—

No man can move a mountain
Who did not first learn to move small stones.

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The word "parity" is one of the most abused and misused words in the dictionary. "Parity" means "a price that is fair in relation to other prices." There is nothing wrong with the definition of it; what is wrong is how the politicians who farm the farmers and farmers who farm the government, figure it.

The method of figuring parity is so thoroughly out dated that it means nothing. It is figured on 1910 to 1914 basis. It does not take into consideration today's cost of production, modern machinery, and scientific methods. One person will figure it one way, another the other and their figures will vary as high as 50 per cent.

It seems to me that we need a completely new way of computing parity. The method I would use would be like this:

Take from actual farm management records the cost of producing a given crop that can be grown efficiently in an adapted area. Figure into the cost the labor, depreciation etc. In this manner parity could be correctly defined each year and would always be up to date. As costs will vary from year to year it would be wise to use a 5 year record, each year adding the figures just completed and dropping the record that is 6 years old.

In Florida the grapefruit growers can make money with prices at 30 to 40 per cent of the present day way of figuring parity. The wheat growers of the areas best suited for wheat can make money on wheat at 50 per cent of parity. At the same time the cattlemen can scarcely raise cattle at less than full parity under the old formula.

—o—

Another thing we need to get rid of is the cargo preference bill which states that 50 per cent of all exports under Public Law 480 must be shipped in U. S. Ships. It is costing us many millions of dollars annually in sales and addition shipping costs.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Corn Crop The Best Yet

HELLO FOLKS — The geography teacher asked Bobby a question about the English Channel.

"I don't know," answered Bobby. "We can't get that station on our TV."

—o—

WHAT A terrific corn yield this year. I knew I had the best yield I ever had but I wasn't quite prepared for such a harvest. I had set my expected yield at 5 bushels per acre. I upped that a couple times and I am not even going to state that actual yield until I get a load of it weighed to be sure my wagon holds as much as it measures up to.

The stalks are short, probably due to the early drought, but that probably became an asset as the ears made up for the growth when we started getting the rains. This is one year that heavy fertilizing paid off very well.

—o—

I AM STILL keeping tab of the precipitation and for those of you who are interested we had three inches of rain in October coming in two showers.

According to my figures we have had a total of 24 inches of precipitation this year. It was all in the form of rain, except for a bit of October in snow.

—o—

MY WIFE HAS made a lifelong hobby of collection meaty bits of poetry and prose. Here is another one of hers.

OUT OF LUCK

When the Lord gave out brains—I thought He said trains and I missed mine.

When He handed out looks— I thought he said books and I didn't get any.

When He handed out noses— I thought he said roses and I ordered a big red one.

When He handed out ears I thought He said beers and I ordered two long ones.

When He handed out legs I thought He said kegs and I ordered two fat ones.

When he handed out heads, I thought He said beds and I ordered a soft one.

Boy! am I a mess!

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Corn Planting A Big Task

HELLO FOLKS! — We got the corn in the ground. It took two weeks to do it which wasn't at all bad; considering that we had 300 acres to plant. We got 200 acres planted the first week. Then we had to plow about 80 acres before we could get the last of it in. I don't believe I have ever planted corn with the top soil in nicer condition.

The sub-soil is the biggest concern. It is about as dry as it was last year at this time. That means we will have to get more than the average amount of rainfall this summer to be assured of enough moisture to carry the crops through an extended dry period.

I DIDN'T let anything interfere with my planting of corn. Worked from daylight to dark and sometimes into the night in order to get in the hours. With the late start and 400 acres to cover this column went by the way.

I am shooting for higher yields and that can surely get expensive. Figured out the cost of the attempt. It runs to $77 an acre. That means that I will have to get at least a 75 bushel yield to break even. I have good land and under average conditions shouldn't have trouble getting such a yield. However both the banker and I are anxious about the cost of producing an acre of corn.

WOUDLN'T IT be nice if big girls fixed their hair as nice as little girls usually do?

One of my young daughters had been listening to us talk about out voice box along with something about losing one's voice. One day she asked her mother, "Mother, is someone cut off your head and the voice box fell out on the floor, could the floor talk?"

—o—

EVER HEAR of the revised 23rd Psalm? Here it is.

"The Government is my shepherd; Therefore I need not work,
It alloweth me to lie down on a good job.
It leadeth me beside still factories. It destroyeth my initiative.
It leadeth me in the path of a parasite for politics' sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of laziness and deficit spending.
I will fear no evil for the government is with me.
It prepareth an economic utopia for me by appropriating the earnings of my grandchildren.
It fileth my head with false security. My misery runneth over.
Surely the government should care for me all the days of my life.
And I shall dwell in a fool's paradise forever."

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Compelling Reasons

HELLO FOLKS — A man in Ohio rammed his auto into a tree, rather than hit a skunk. Pretty strong reason for his action, I'd say.

The cost of living is even higher when you are constantly living it up.

—o—

PRESIDENT KENNEDY in his message to Congress proposed the establishment of a Youth Conservation Corps.

I am wholeheartedly in favor of such a plan if it is set up and run properly. We could create a lot of jobs in the community that would go a long way toward beautifying our country. The past few summers there have been many youths who could not find but little work to help them save up for future education. With the Federal Government contributing an equal share of the cost of such a program with the State and County we could put them to work and benefit them and ourselves.

I am against doling out money to people without them working or earning it. It is destructive to their character.

—o—

Think smiles, and smiles will be;
Think doubt, and hope will flee;
Think love, and love will grow;
Think hate, and hate you'll know;
Think good, and good is here;
Think vice, its jaws appear;
Think joy, and joy ne'er ends;
Think gloom, and dusk descends;
Think faith, and strength's at hand;
Think ill—it stalks the land;
Think peace, sublime and sweet;
And you that peace will meet;
Think fear with a brooding mind,
And failure's close behind;
Think this; "I'm going to win."
Think not on what has been,
Think "Victory." Think "I can."
For so God builds man.

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, October 28, 2012

Suddenly We’re Aware


By EDWIN B. PETERSEN


HELLO FOLKS— Seems that all at once people have become aware of the problems involved in steady teen-age dating. We seem to have become aware of the fact that when young couples are together too much before they reach emotional maturity they get to taking each other for granted. The consequence too often is that they… liberties with each other.

With that in mind a number of parents have put a ban on steady dating hoping that that will solve the problem. Many believe that is the answer to the problem. These young people are growing up and have to learn to control their own emotions. I am afraid we are more… develop warped complexes…e hard use of force. What… youths need to be taught… the proper responsibilities.

They need to learn that the reason for dating is to get acquainted with the opposite sex, with the ultimate goal of picking a mate, that …t is the most important single objective in life, that it precedes that of picking the right career, that the Hollywood type romance is strictly entertainment and has no place in the hard facts of life and that sexual chastity is the greatest virtue in life.

I believe that schools and churches should teach that, and also believe teen-age dating should be properly chaperoned.

I am confident that if our youths are taught the right principles in life they will decide wisely for themselves. If they are taught such things as cheek-to-cheek dancing and failure to exchange partners during a social is not proper, they will respond willingly and gratefully.

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AS MANY of you have no doubt noticed, every once in a while I write a gem from my wife’s notebook. This is quite a book she has. She has been keeping choice bits of prose and poetry in it for most of her life and has quite a book full. I still haven’t read it through, but someday I’ll make it.

Here is a poem from that book. The name of it is “Touching Shoulders.”

There’s a comforting thought at the close of the day,
When I’m wary and lonely and sad,
That sort of grips hold of my musty/mushy old heart and bids it be merry and glad.
It gets in my soul and drives out the blues
And finally thrills through and through;
It’s just a sweet memory that chants the refrain
“I’m glad I touched shoulder with you.”

Did you know you were brave?
Did you know you were strong?
Did you know there was one leaning hard?
Did you know that I waited and listened and prayed,
And was cheered by your simplest word?
Did you know that I longed for that smile on your face.
For the sound of your voice ringing true?
Did you know I grew stronger and better, because
I had merely touched shoulders with you?

I am glad that I live, that I battle and strive,
For the place that I know I must fill;
I am thankful for sorrows; I’ll meet with a grin
What fortune may send, good or ill
I may not have wealth, I may not be great,
But I know I shall always be true;
For I have in my life the courage you gave,
When once I rubbed shoulders with you.

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.

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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, July 22, 2012

What About Your Time

By EDWIN B. PETERSEN

HELLO FOLKS — I get quite a few expressions of appreciation when I place poetry in this column.

Here is one whose author is unknown. I found it in some of my wifes notes.

NO TIME FOR GOD

You've time to build houses, and in them dwell.
And time to do business—to buy and to sell.
But none for repentance, or deep earnest prayer;
To seek your salvation you've no time to spare.

You've time for earth's pleasures, for frolic and fun.
For her glittering treasures, how quickly you run.
But care not to seek the fair mansions above;
In favor of God or the gift of His love.

You've time to take voyages over the sea
And time to take in the gay world's jubilee.
But soon you're bright hopes will be lost in the gloom
Of the cold dark river of death and the tomb.

You've time to resort to woods, mountain and glen,
And time to gain knowledge from books and of men.
Yet no time to search for the wisdom of God;
But what of your soul when you're under the sod?

For time will not linger when helpless you lie;
Staring death in the face you will take time to die!
Then what of the judgment! Pause, think, I implore!
For time will be lost on eternity's shore.

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ONE FINAL postscript before we close the pages on the wheat referendum.

What actually made the wheat farmers turn down such an attractive offer price-wise?

I believe it was the actions of Secretary Freeman himself. It became more and more apparent that the big reason he was so anxious for a "yes" vote was to get the farmers completely under his thumb. He desires power to "clobber" anyone who does not agree with him, or will not follow his wishes. This is something for his friends to think about too. Will you always be his friend? Will you always agree with him?

Had the Secretary merely been interested in his program and been willing to take reasonable means of informing the growers he might possibly have won.

By voting "no" the wheat farmers took, for the time being, a 50 cents a bushal drop in price. However, he would rather do that than give someone the power of dictating to him.

What of the Farm Bureau Federation which won such an overwhelming victory? It is pretty obvious that they are stronger than ever. Few people realize what extent the organization goes to each year in order to determine what farmers want and what is best for the nation as a whole.

In Freeborn county last year Farm Bureau held a total of six meeting, spent several hundred dollars in mileage and time to get the opinion of people from the grass roots. Repeat this throughout the state and the nation and it might be easier to appreciate why it has grown to the might it has. It pretty well knows what farmers want, and need.

The results of the wheat referendum should make politicians a bit more wary of unsound schemes and deals, and trying to force people into them.

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Dictionary


postscript |ˈpoʊs(t)ˌskrɪpt|
noun
an additional remark at the end of a letter, after the signature and introduced by “P.S.”: he added a postscript: “Leaving tomorrow.”
• an additional statement or action that provides further information on or a sequel to something: as a postscript to this, Paul did finally marry.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

A Teacher Who Is Remembered

By Edwin B. Petersen

HELLO FOLKS—
Behold a teacher went forth to teach,
Some two-thousand years ago.
Before the age of telegraph
The car or the radio.
He had no books or magazine,
He held no scholastic degrees.
But the man still ponders the things
He taught
By the waters of Galilee.

He didn't teach that the world was round,
That water was H2O.
The fourth dimension was still unknown,
In Jerusalem and Jericho.
But his soul was stirred, with an urge to break,
All fetters and make man free.
So He gave the best that He had to give,
By the waters of Galilee.

We know full well that the earth is round,
That water is H2).
The fourth dimension has lost its kick,
There is less that we do not know.
But it's not the mechanics, this old world needs.
But more teachers to teach,
As the Master taught.
By the waters of Galilee.

The title of this poem is "The water's of Galilee".

I don't know who the author is. Thought many of you readers might like to read it, and perhaps clip it out.

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"When a Texan was buried in his big limousine an onlooker murmered, "Boy that's livin'."

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WHEN WE GET to thinking that a President of the United States is too yound in his forties, let's consider the men who were truly great before that age.

Demosthenes was the greatest orator of Greece at 25, and at the same age Cicero was Rome's greatest speaker.

William Gladstone was a member of the British House of Commons at 24.

Benjamin Franklin was a public writer at 14.

At eight, Beethoven created astonishment by his musical ability; at 13 Mozart was unequaled in music.

Agassiz began the study of science at 11 years of age, and was recondnized as one of the most profound scholars of his age while yet in his twenties.

Gibbon the great English historian, began his studies at 17, and was publishing his historical works.

Ruskin was an accomplished art critic, and had written "Modern Painters" at 24.

John Wesley was a polished and forceful writer and skilled logician in his youth, and at 24 he was a professor of Greek.

Martin Luther was professor of philosophy at 24, and at 27, started the great Reformation.

At the age of 22, Whitefield was one of the world's greatest preachers.

Moody was preaching at 18, and during his twenties he became an outstanding evangelist.

At the age of 25 Joseph Smith founded the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and was martyred before he was 39.

William Cullen Bryant wrote "Thanatopsis" at 17.

Tennyson's first volume of poems appeared at 20. Southey was a writer at 18. Milton wrote one of his best poems at 22. Whittier was editor of the "New England Review at 23.

Poe's first volume was written at 20. Byron's appeared at 17. Burns was a poetic genius at 12, and a brilliant and gifted writer at sixteen.

This is not a complete list by any means. We could go into biblical history and find many more.

DICTIONARY

fetter |ˈfetər|
noun (usu. fetters)
a chain or manacle used to restrain a prisoner, typically placed around the ankles

Monday, March 19, 2012

A Big Contrast At Petersens

–By Edwin B. Petersen


Hello Folks – It had been so noisy. There were always doors slamming, children screaming, talking, singing, laughing, whistling or playing. Then all of a sudden quiet; so quiet that we could hear a pin drop (or should I say 'bear myself think.')


You see it is this way – Vera and the eight youngest went for a visit with the home folks in Montana. They left Thursday morning at six o'clock, and things started happening right away. They got to the end of the driveway and discovered that little Mark was not with them. He was still sleepy and the bed felt sooooo nice so he quit the car when they were delayed a bit in getting the car packed.


With him back in the car they were on their way. About 11 o'clock there was a phone call from Adrain, Minn. They had stopped at the roadside fountain near there and the car keys had gotten lost. Vera wanted to know what to do. She had to get a new lock put on the car. After this we will remember to take both keys along when we go on a trip.


I imagine she was delayed about three hours. Through a phone call I found that they got to Bozeman, Mont. about 7 p.m. Friday and everything else went all right.


This is the first time I won't be there for their family reunion. Just too mant things to do this year. I expect to attend a few conventions this year so I get my vacations then in short intervals.


It was little Mark who had taken the keys out of the ignition and lost them. Looks like he was the fly in the day's ointment.


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IN 1959 the average person in the United States used 345 pounds of fluid milk and cream. That's four pounds less than in 1957 and nine pounds below 1956. We would all be better off it we drank twice as much milk as we do. Milk is the natural and cheapest source of calcium and vitamins. Drink more of it – it's good for you.


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I hear that Webster Lair proposed to his wife in the month of February. Pearl being the careful one that she is, said, 'I won't marry you until you have $1,000.00 in the bank.' Buss didn't press the question for a while and Pearl got curious. In June she asked, "How much have you got in the bank now?" "Oh, about 35 dollars," said he. "That's near enough, let's get married."


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They were giving him a farewell party and the compliments had been coming from all sides. He got up to make a few acknowledgements and found it hard to get out the right words. Finally he said "All that I owe, I owe because of my wife.:


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So live that when the summons comes to join
That innumerable caravan that moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but sustatined and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach they grave
Like one who wraps the draper of his couch
About hom, and lies down to pleasant dreams.


–William Cullen Bryant, in "Thanatopsis."