Old trunks was reading about where people hid money. A plumber made extra pipes going to now where in his garage, someone else hid it under the cat's litter box. One lady said she hides it in her winter coat pockets.
Well, Old Trunks never hid it in her winter clothes but you can be assured when taking them to the dry cleaners in the fall, there was always a stash of cash enough to pay for the dry cleaning! I even bought a jacket at a garage sale with money in it! No, I did not give the money back, rather, I paid for it with the stash.
Over a decade ago, I was hired to get a house for an estate sale. That meant going through every nook and cranny getting stuff marked and ready. In the process several hundred dollars where found in bedding, under mattresses, and in jars and drawers. The women who had deceased kept saying she needed some cash; obviously, she had forgotten just where she put it.
But the greatest of all is a story my friend, Ella told me about one of my relatives. Gust and Olaf both had houses on what was referred to as Pig Tail Avenue in Rosewood. Ella and her family bought the Gust house and Olaf's was moved to town during WWII.
Since Olaf was a surveyor, people thought he had lots of money, most likely buried on his property somewhere. People would come with shovels and picks after the house was moved looking for those coffee cans full of cash. The land remained lumpy looking and no known cash was ever found.
We did hide cash in the house when it turned 2000. Thinking if the banks had a problem, we would need some cash for the necessities. Nothing did happen and the dollars went back into safe checking.
Every once in a while, generally around Christmas, I gather up the coins that have been taken out of pockets and bring them to the bank. There is generally enough for a nice gift or two.
Not hidden but available, is folded money in Tilley hats. There is a slot to slip them into on the crown of them. I always keep a little there, just in case of an emergency like a Danish! And of course, the coin slots in the truck have to be full for that little bit of change over the dollar amount at the Dairy Queen.
But not in my bra, so don't try to rob me!
e
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
THE BAYLINER
We did fish yesterday. First to Prairie Lake, then on to Leek Lake. When we came off Prairie, we talked with a fellow who pulled up in his refurbished orange GTO, a gift to himself when he retired. His dad owned all the land in the area, and his sister lived on the homestead just up the hill. He was charming. He is retired military and fishes in waders for sunnies, (Bluegill), cleans them and gives them to the widows in the area. We caught 8-8 there, but no smallies, just bass and pike; the lake isn't deep enough for smallies. The GTO guy told us where the big bass lay in. Get those hummers yet!
On to Leek where the fish just spit out the lures. The best thing about it, other than the weather, was the Bayliner boat, three teens, and a couple trying to load the boat. Obviously when people live on the lake and only put the boat in around Memorial Day and take it out this time of the year, they forget how to do it.
Three teens brought the boat to the launch. Momma was on the dock in her stocking feet and short pants which where gobbed up in her butt crack. She stood with her hands on her hips telling the boys to slow down as they brought the boat to the dock and stay out of the weeds. Well, you can't stop or slow a boat without putting it in reverse, so they hit the dock and she was screaming.
Meanwhile, father brought the vehicle and the trailer. He was wearing tennis shoes and the boys were shoeless. He backed the trailer in a few feet and since no one was sentry to how far he backed in, he was short, try again, he was long, and finally, he was just right according to him.
The process of loading a boat includes unlocking the winch and attaching the strap with hook to the eye on the front of the boat. One generally pulls it out a little, then hitches it up. For some reason, the man decided to pull ALL the strapping out. He stood there with a bundle of strap in his hands. Momma insisted all three boys stay in the boat, so man tossed the winch strap with hook into the boat, which missed and fell in the water. The boys seemed clueless. Father hand over handed the strap back to himself and tossed it once more. This time it landed in boat and the tallest boy asked what to do with it. Momma said. So he crawled out of the boat unto the trailer and hooked it on the eye. Three boys were still in the boat when man started to crank. First Momma said to be in back, then she told them to move to the front. Now, you have to realize those boys just added extra weight.
The boat, once loaded, will cradle into a rubber stopper. The rubber stopper is only for cradling the boat. But man put the winch strap OVER the stopper when he started to crank, whereas it is supposed to go under which makes it a straight pull from winch to eye. Are you with me? Once the strap was taunt, he started to crank and would stop to rest and say, "I have never heard that sound before". The sound was the strap screaming against the rubber. He would stop to puff and rest, meanwhile three well fed boys were in the boat and a momma was still on the dock.
Father stopped again and told them to get the log out of the live well. The engine would have to be hand raised because the automatic was broken. Once the engine was tilted, it would have to be held long enough to put the log so the engine skeg wouldn't drag on the concrete.
The biggest of the two boys got the log, which was a piece of a tree split four times out of the live well. It was covered with mold; most likely it had been there all summer and never saw daylight. Big boy said "Yuck" and dropped it. He decided he would lift the motor so he wouldn't have to touch the log again. And he did, and since there was no chair to sit on, only the post from the chair, he did and I would think his butt must have gotten sore because the helper didn't want to pick up the log either. Momma screamed and the log was in place.
Father began cranking again. I could not be quiet. I suggested to Momma that the extra weight of the kids did nothing to help father load. I also suggested that the boys do the cranking. They did get out of the boat. But they did not help and father stopped often to puff. Knowing that my suggestions might make Momma sit on me.
Finally the boat was on the trailer and the screaming of momma and the winch strapped stopped. The lake was high, and momma without her shoes was not limber enough to jump off the dock unto dry land. She got into the vehicle with truly soiled slippers. Off they went with the boat off the center in the back. I hope the trip was short.
All of that made up for the count of only four fish on Leek Lake.
Tom asked me if I wanted to stop for lunch. After burnt burgers the day before, I suggested we have pure food at home, after all, a nice roast was cooking in the crock pot. We had dinner, put stuff away, and went to bed at 8:30. I think I got wore out watching them load the Bayliner. I wish Tom would not have been at the truck waiting to load the Lund, he would have enjoyed it but, of course, helped them, too!
And that is the crap ola from Fargo.
Hugs.
e
On to Leek where the fish just spit out the lures. The best thing about it, other than the weather, was the Bayliner boat, three teens, and a couple trying to load the boat. Obviously when people live on the lake and only put the boat in around Memorial Day and take it out this time of the year, they forget how to do it.
Three teens brought the boat to the launch. Momma was on the dock in her stocking feet and short pants which where gobbed up in her butt crack. She stood with her hands on her hips telling the boys to slow down as they brought the boat to the dock and stay out of the weeds. Well, you can't stop or slow a boat without putting it in reverse, so they hit the dock and she was screaming.
Meanwhile, father brought the vehicle and the trailer. He was wearing tennis shoes and the boys were shoeless. He backed the trailer in a few feet and since no one was sentry to how far he backed in, he was short, try again, he was long, and finally, he was just right according to him.
The process of loading a boat includes unlocking the winch and attaching the strap with hook to the eye on the front of the boat. One generally pulls it out a little, then hitches it up. For some reason, the man decided to pull ALL the strapping out. He stood there with a bundle of strap in his hands. Momma insisted all three boys stay in the boat, so man tossed the winch strap with hook into the boat, which missed and fell in the water. The boys seemed clueless. Father hand over handed the strap back to himself and tossed it once more. This time it landed in boat and the tallest boy asked what to do with it. Momma said. So he crawled out of the boat unto the trailer and hooked it on the eye. Three boys were still in the boat when man started to crank. First Momma said to be in back, then she told them to move to the front. Now, you have to realize those boys just added extra weight.
The boat, once loaded, will cradle into a rubber stopper. The rubber stopper is only for cradling the boat. But man put the winch strap OVER the stopper when he started to crank, whereas it is supposed to go under which makes it a straight pull from winch to eye. Are you with me? Once the strap was taunt, he started to crank and would stop to rest and say, "I have never heard that sound before". The sound was the strap screaming against the rubber. He would stop to puff and rest, meanwhile three well fed boys were in the boat and a momma was still on the dock.
Father stopped again and told them to get the log out of the live well. The engine would have to be hand raised because the automatic was broken. Once the engine was tilted, it would have to be held long enough to put the log so the engine skeg wouldn't drag on the concrete.
The biggest of the two boys got the log, which was a piece of a tree split four times out of the live well. It was covered with mold; most likely it had been there all summer and never saw daylight. Big boy said "Yuck" and dropped it. He decided he would lift the motor so he wouldn't have to touch the log again. And he did, and since there was no chair to sit on, only the post from the chair, he did and I would think his butt must have gotten sore because the helper didn't want to pick up the log either. Momma screamed and the log was in place.
Father began cranking again. I could not be quiet. I suggested to Momma that the extra weight of the kids did nothing to help father load. I also suggested that the boys do the cranking. They did get out of the boat. But they did not help and father stopped often to puff. Knowing that my suggestions might make Momma sit on me.
Finally the boat was on the trailer and the screaming of momma and the winch strapped stopped. The lake was high, and momma without her shoes was not limber enough to jump off the dock unto dry land. She got into the vehicle with truly soiled slippers. Off they went with the boat off the center in the back. I hope the trip was short.
All of that made up for the count of only four fish on Leek Lake.
Tom asked me if I wanted to stop for lunch. After burnt burgers the day before, I suggested we have pure food at home, after all, a nice roast was cooking in the crock pot. We had dinner, put stuff away, and went to bed at 8:30. I think I got wore out watching them load the Bayliner. I wish Tom would not have been at the truck waiting to load the Lund, he would have enjoyed it but, of course, helped them, too!
And that is the crap ola from Fargo.
Hugs.
e
Sunday, September 12, 2010
APPLE CAPER
Mother sat at the table near the phone which was on the wall in the eating area on Oakland Park Road. She wrote the grocery list on the table top before calling it in to Riverside Grocery. They delivered. There weren't any big stores then, it was all Mom and Pop operations. In this case, Otis and Sunny Wold.
Delivery disappeared for several decades for the average person but in Fargo a couple of winter's ago, two big stores picked up on the idea.
Times have changed too, I check off on a computerized list I have made the the 'skeleton' of groceries, i.e. milk, cream, oranges, the items that are always on the list. To this list I add what I see we are low on inventory or speciality items we use seasonally.
And so it came to pass that I was ordering groceries in the winter because it was cold outside and came to realize that for less than $5 I could have them delivered. Let them pack and carry, right into the kitchen with the frozen items all together in one or two sacks ready to set in the freezer. And when I was buying gallons of water for the lake......let those handsome young men do the toting.
Now, the concept is simple. Log on, pick what you want, they shop and deliver. There is generally a picture by the product so you know if you are buying a quart of milk or a gallon.
I hadn't had much trouble with getting mixed up, except on paper plates. I kept ordering the little ones and finally learned my lesson to write 10" plates on the list.
That is, until the other day~~and the joke is on me. One of the things I like in the fall is fresh applesauce. I like to fill up the crock pot to the brim with apples, seasonings, and a shot of brandy and be spellbound by the aroma.
And, so, I ordered apples. I like a mix, so I just went down the line, one breed after another ordering 3 of each. What I did not realize until delivery that I had 3 of each kind AND THREE bags of one kind. I used a bag, (12) and one of each of the other kind, that filled the crock pot.
The rest lay in a basket on the dining room table. It makes a wonderful center piece as fall snugs in around us in Fargo. Tom even said so. Until I told him and then he tried not to chuckle but he did anyway.
Today's plan, from the first of the week, was to get the summer clothes packed and the winter clothes out along with washing sweaters I had bought at Kohl's last spring for 80% off. Well, guess not, looks like I will be doing the apple thing. And if you are lucky, I will post a picture of the basket empty instead of rotten apples rolling on the table.
Apple Annie, over and out.
Happy 40 Bud.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
NEIGHBORHOOD PROWLERS
That looks odd because the mascot for the high school was Prowlers. Rest assured, this is not about them.
It is known that there have always been people who lurk and steal. In newspapers, there are always articles about people and crooks. In some towns, it is the first thing people read in the paper, well, after obits, of course. I can still hear mother saying, "So and so got picked up". Fargo has a list of daily police calls.
We don't leave in a heavy crime area, however, I am married to someone who is a watcher of the neighborhood. It isn't that is he so nosy, he is just hard wired that way. Me? The computer is in the sun room, which faces the street, I see people come and go and once in a while I get a hair standing up wondering what that is about.
We lock our doors. We lock our cars when we are out and about. We haven't always been that way. In high school, I didn't even have a key for my car, you didn't need it to start it. Houses where not locked, except if you were gone on vacation.
As for the vehicle, I was taught to lock the doors when I got in. And I will not let Tom change the truck to make it not self lock at more miles per hour. It is a pain but is a safely feature I happen to like. Some couples discuss religion and politics, we discuss the locking system. :)
Help your neighborhood
e
It is known that there have always been people who lurk and steal. In newspapers, there are always articles about people and crooks. In some towns, it is the first thing people read in the paper, well, after obits, of course. I can still hear mother saying, "So and so got picked up". Fargo has a list of daily police calls.
We don't leave in a heavy crime area, however, I am married to someone who is a watcher of the neighborhood. It isn't that is he so nosy, he is just hard wired that way. Me? The computer is in the sun room, which faces the street, I see people come and go and once in a while I get a hair standing up wondering what that is about.
We lock our doors. We lock our cars when we are out and about. We haven't always been that way. In high school, I didn't even have a key for my car, you didn't need it to start it. Houses where not locked, except if you were gone on vacation.
As for the vehicle, I was taught to lock the doors when I got in. And I will not let Tom change the truck to make it not self lock at more miles per hour. It is a pain but is a safely feature I happen to like. Some couples discuss religion and politics, we discuss the locking system. :)
Help your neighborhood
e
Friday, September 10, 2010
A SOUND YOU CAN LIVE WITH
When I was a kid in school, it was always a major event to come home and announce to my family that we needed to inspect the house for fire hazards. We were told to do this by teachers, maybe a fireman came to the school, too, I don't remember. I do remember a check list.
Mother would be stiff about it, after all, she ran a clean and safe house, yet room by room we looked. And in some sort of way had a discussion about what to do. Of course, this was if a fire started in one place and didn't spread too quickly. One of the advantages for our family was we always lived in new homes.
But what about these really old houses with bad wiring? What about the people that live so far away from help that there house is going to burn to the ground? What about the Rye house that burned and they managed to save a drawer full of junk and the wood stove? What about the family that got burned out except for the clothing which was hanging on the wash line? What about the couple who were building a resort and had cash stored in a cedar chest? They didn't even have a tooth brush. And what about Sara and Caron who lost three pets because it was up in flames and only they could crawl out?
Even houses in the fifties do not support what we have in our homes now. There just isn't enough power to run everything at the same time. We live in a 1922 house, be assured it has been rewired. We have so much power one would think the house could fly on its own.
According to the National Fire Protection Association, nearly 900 lives could be saved by smoke alarms. Now in the beginning, they were hard wired and powered by electricity. A little stupid because if you power goes off--well you know the rest.
Now they are recommending a smoke detector IN EACH BEDROOM and in the hall way outside the bedrooms and on every other floor of the house. And if it is ten years old, it is time to replace it. We change the batteries at clocks forward and back, (daylight savings time).
Put some fire in your belly and get those smoke detectors checked each month. Be safe.
e
Mother would be stiff about it, after all, she ran a clean and safe house, yet room by room we looked. And in some sort of way had a discussion about what to do. Of course, this was if a fire started in one place and didn't spread too quickly. One of the advantages for our family was we always lived in new homes.
But what about these really old houses with bad wiring? What about the people that live so far away from help that there house is going to burn to the ground? What about the Rye house that burned and they managed to save a drawer full of junk and the wood stove? What about the family that got burned out except for the clothing which was hanging on the wash line? What about the couple who were building a resort and had cash stored in a cedar chest? They didn't even have a tooth brush. And what about Sara and Caron who lost three pets because it was up in flames and only they could crawl out?
Even houses in the fifties do not support what we have in our homes now. There just isn't enough power to run everything at the same time. We live in a 1922 house, be assured it has been rewired. We have so much power one would think the house could fly on its own.
According to the National Fire Protection Association, nearly 900 lives could be saved by smoke alarms. Now in the beginning, they were hard wired and powered by electricity. A little stupid because if you power goes off--well you know the rest.
Now they are recommending a smoke detector IN EACH BEDROOM and in the hall way outside the bedrooms and on every other floor of the house. And if it is ten years old, it is time to replace it. We change the batteries at clocks forward and back, (daylight savings time).
Put some fire in your belly and get those smoke detectors checked each month. Be safe.
e
Thursday, September 9, 2010
CHILDHOOD IMMUNIZATIONS
The slogan is BE WISE IMMUNIZE. What did they name the mascot? Ollie. .
How long has it been since you could not enroll without all the immunizations? How many are there now?
Diphtheria (DTaP, Td, Tdap)
Hepatitis A
Hepatitis B
Haemophilus influenzae type b (Hib)
Influenza (flu)
Measles (MMR)
Mumps (MMR)
Pertussis (DTaP, Tdap)
Pneumococcal
Polio
Rubella (MMR)
Tetanus (DTaP, Td, Tdap)
Varicella (Chickenpox)
The immunity of my parents came from having the illness just as it did with my brother and myself. Nothing like having the mumps on Thanksgiving and being given soda crackers soaked in milk as the main dish of the day. But that is what Greg gets for laughing at me, as I had them first.
I had the bad measles when I was junior high age. The doctor came to the house. After the measles were over I got something else. It was a tough spring. Horseback riding only happened when mother went to town for groceries and I would BE LINE to the barn. I got caught and that was the end of that.
Nothing was more painful that to see my junior high daughter with the chicken pox. I swear each one that popped out stung and she felt each of them. She had a great case of them, although she was the first in the family of three to do so. Scabby or not, she went back to school. Yes, she was exposed numbers of times as a young child, she just didn't take them. The boys played like there was nothing wrong. Sorry, R.
I am still confused about Shingles. Do you get them IF you have had chicken pox or do you get them because you have NOT had chicken pox? Now there is a vaccine for them, too. Tom has had the shot AND the Shingles as well. He still has nerve 'itches' where he had them.
I had the polio vaccine when available followed by another dosage which was given on sugar cubes. This, of course, was after the epidemic when children died or were affected for a lifetime because of the disease. A good friend made it through with only the need to wear two different size shoes. The Thief River Falls Times reported children being sent to a bigger hospital for treatment; it also reported others dying. The town was in shut down including movies and church. It was rampant. Pretty scary, isn't it?
Small pox vaccine was also given. Do you have the evidence on your arm? My two oldest had the vaccine. By the time Ryen was to be vaccinated, more children died from the vaccine than small pox itself.
Yet, even though we can vaccinate against these illnesses, what is going to crop up that is worse. Do we need boosters? Isn't tetanus every ten years except if you are injured? Questions, no answers.
Be Wise--immunize.
e
How long has it been since you could not enroll without all the immunizations? How many are there now?
Diphtheria (DTaP, Td, Tdap)
Hepatitis A
Hepatitis B
Haemophilus influenzae type b (Hib)
Influenza (flu)
Measles (MMR)
Mumps (MMR)
Pertussis (DTaP, Tdap)
Pneumococcal
Polio
Rubella (MMR)
Tetanus (DTaP, Td, Tdap)
Varicella (Chickenpox)
The immunity of my parents came from having the illness just as it did with my brother and myself. Nothing like having the mumps on Thanksgiving and being given soda crackers soaked in milk as the main dish of the day. But that is what Greg gets for laughing at me, as I had them first.
I had the bad measles when I was junior high age. The doctor came to the house. After the measles were over I got something else. It was a tough spring. Horseback riding only happened when mother went to town for groceries and I would BE LINE to the barn. I got caught and that was the end of that.
Nothing was more painful that to see my junior high daughter with the chicken pox. I swear each one that popped out stung and she felt each of them. She had a great case of them, although she was the first in the family of three to do so. Scabby or not, she went back to school. Yes, she was exposed numbers of times as a young child, she just didn't take them. The boys played like there was nothing wrong. Sorry, R.
I am still confused about Shingles. Do you get them IF you have had chicken pox or do you get them because you have NOT had chicken pox? Now there is a vaccine for them, too. Tom has had the shot AND the Shingles as well. He still has nerve 'itches' where he had them.
I had the polio vaccine when available followed by another dosage which was given on sugar cubes. This, of course, was after the epidemic when children died or were affected for a lifetime because of the disease. A good friend made it through with only the need to wear two different size shoes. The Thief River Falls Times reported children being sent to a bigger hospital for treatment; it also reported others dying. The town was in shut down including movies and church. It was rampant. Pretty scary, isn't it?
Small pox vaccine was also given. Do you have the evidence on your arm? My two oldest had the vaccine. By the time Ryen was to be vaccinated, more children died from the vaccine than small pox itself.
Yet, even though we can vaccinate against these illnesses, what is going to crop up that is worse. Do we need boosters? Isn't tetanus every ten years except if you are injured? Questions, no answers.
Be Wise--immunize.
e
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
SCHOOL HAS BEGUN!
Daddy walked two miles to Rosebank tagging along behind his long legged brother Harry. In the winter they could cut across the swamp, in the fall and spring, they followed what was then just a dirt and gravel road with ruts!!!
Mother walked along the bank of the coulee. She was a town kid who attending Northrop. She followed her sister Viola.
I walked
My children walked. The PTA at Schwegler has numbers of chili feeds to support the purchase of a blinking light in the school zone. Later, the city put in another at no expense.
Now we have beacons:
One flashing yellow: Slow down the pedestrian has activated the button
Steady yellow: Stop if safe to do so.
Two red lights: Stop and remain stopped, pedestrian in the crosswalk.
Four steady red: Stop and then proceed with caution if clear.
All dark: Proceed with caution.
Now, if the children can be taught to cross at the light, they will be safer.
Maybe the swamp was less danger. What do you think?
Mother walked along the bank of the coulee. She was a town kid who attending Northrop. She followed her sister Viola.
I walked
My children walked. The PTA at Schwegler has numbers of chili feeds to support the purchase of a blinking light in the school zone. Later, the city put in another at no expense.
Now we have beacons:
One flashing yellow: Slow down the pedestrian has activated the button
Steady yellow: Stop if safe to do so.
Two red lights: Stop and remain stopped, pedestrian in the crosswalk.
Four steady red: Stop and then proceed with caution if clear.
All dark: Proceed with caution.
Now, if the children can be taught to cross at the light, they will be safer.
Maybe the swamp was less danger. What do you think?
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