Letter To The Editor (Long Eight Hour Days)

We know the scenario. It’s the end of the week and we have had

enough. Forty hours of work has done us in. We cannot take another

moment. As a matter of fact it feels like someone added an extra day

in the mix and in reality we worked 6 days of 8 hours total.

 

In reality it is not like that. We may feel overworked but it is nothing

like it was back in the old days. Take for instance in Ludlow, Colorado

back in 1903, the workers had to go on strike as the workers were not

treated right. The strike did not last as they hired many strike breakers

and others were removed.

 

1913-1914 brought more fights. There was not enough money to feed

families, and things got real tense. Along with the fact that hey were

working 10 and  12 hours per day.This all involved a greedy company,

the state’s governor, and the militia. When it was all said and done 11

children and 2 women  died amongst over 60 others.

Eventually they were forced back to work, but things did get better. They

got better benefits, including an 8 hour work week.

 

So the next time we want to complain we have to realize that we have it

so much better thanks to a group of brave coal miners in Colorado.

 

“Might feel like a long one-

But nothing like days in the

past were overdone.”

 

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Letter To The Editor (Chickens)

It was a little piece of land. It looked odd in the modern

day, but at one time it was and is still a very special place

to me.

 

It was where my grandmother lived. In a single wide trailer

on a highway outside of New Orleans. All one had to do to

reach the Mississippi River is to cross the highway and walk

for a whole ten minutes.

 

The trailer is gone and so are the flowers and plants that she

cared for on her porch. I can remember when she used her

washing machine, and then would hang up her clothes on

a mini clothesline out in the yard.

 

This was near the small garden that she tended to that

consisted of collard greens. I remember picking them with

her and she would then cook them. Never tasted better.

Now that was truly homegrown.

 

If only she had been able to have some small chickens in

the yard. I heard her talk about that often. It reminded

her of her younger days, when she grew up on the farm.

 

I didn’t grow up on a farm, but that little piece of land

certainly does remind me of some former good days.

Ones that give me a warm feeling.

 

“Back in the day-

Grandmother made memories that

to this day are welcome to stay.”

 

Letter To The Editor (Short Weekends)

We have had a busy year so far. Celebrated the New Year and now

we are heading into Easter. If we don’t slow things down, the plans

to run in the next Turkey Trot will be made.

 

Before you get your Mardi Gras beads tucked away, it’s time

to start thinking about those boiled eggs and all of that candy.

If anything can be shaped into a rabbit it will be, for the Easter

Bunny is heading this way.

 

I’ve always been a fan of slowing down time, especially during the

weekend. The week on many occasions tends to run slow and then

after we realized that it is the weekend, it quickly flies by.

 

I guess that it wouldn’t feel right if the work week flew by and then

we just sat on the weekend. Too much relaxation is not good for

anyone.

 

As I watch the cold weather up in the Northeast, I’m about to

tuck away my sweater, but I know better, for as soon as you

do that the ‘last” cold snap appears.

 

The true season of spring will come quickly enough. And if

it doesn’t then we will have to develop a bit of patience.

 

“Still stands true-

Patience is a virtue.”

 

 

Letter To The Editor (True Stories)

Every once in a while you’ll be watching a

movie and then suddenly realize that the stuff

going on really did happen. I know it’s called

a true story.

 

It happens all of the time, but some of those

movies are just too hard to believe. I recently

went to the theater and watched one of those

movies.

 

Won’t say which one because I don’t want to

spoil it for someone else, but the setting for

the movie really amazed me, as I did not know

it existed.

 

The subject matter was another story. One that

can actually be believed or on the other hand one

that can be shifted to some type of mental illness.

Nevertheless when I got back home I had to look

up the house that was in this movie and read all

about it. So much history involved, and so much

more to learn about the subject.

 

It’s funny how a movie and peak one’s interest.

I still have many questions and will take my time

researching the subject.

 

“Gee-

Much interest involved in this unnamed movie.”

 

Letter To The Editor (Looking For Spring)

We are beginning to hear the sounds of spring.

Not that it is almost here, but we do have a yearning

for it.

Here in Texas a few cold days is enough. How they

manage it in the North is beyond me. One big chill

is enough for me. Surely before spring does arrive

we will have a few more cold days.

 

The groundhog said so when he saw his shadow,

and the weathermen tell us the same. This is not

the time to put up the sweaters or the coats as

they will come in handy before we know it.

 

Here comes both Mardi Gras and Valentine’s Day.

The year will fly by if we don’t get a grip on it.

 

Spring will be here soon enough and then we

know what comes after that. A long hot summer.

I can wait.

 

“Spring time blues-

But first we must pay all of our winter dues.”

Letters To The Editor (Fish And Bones)

I was out to eat with the husband the other night and fried

fish was on the menu. Bone or boneless was the choice. I

clearly remember eating catfish with my grandmother and

watching out for those bones.

 

She lived near the levee outside of New Orleans and her brother

would walk over the levee and go fishing right there in the

Mississippi River.

 

After catching several catfish he would come home and

get them ready for my grandmother to fry. With bones

intact she would dip them in the batter. The smell

throughout the house was so good, and when it was

time to eat, the fish pieces would melt in your mouth.

 

The only thing to spoil it might be a bone or two. Lucky

for us we would catch them in time. No choking for any

of us and the thought of that happening was not a good

thought.

 

Back to our recent dinner. I chose the boneless fish.

Of course with the realization that there was always

a chance to find a bone anyway. Until the world is

perfect I have to assume that fact.

 

“To enjoy and wish-

For the perfect boneless fish.”

Letter To The Editor (Powder)

She looked at the glass container and suddenly thought about

her Grandmother. It was round on the bottom and steeple shaped

on the top. It held body powder that her Grandmother regularly

wore and when the container was empty, she would call her Avon

lady to get a refill.

 

It was a part of her childhood. She could not remember when the

glass container was not on the dresser with the mirror behind it.

It shined by itself and in its own reflection in the mirror.

 

She not only admired the glass container but she loved the smell

that it contained, for it had become her Grandmother’s smell.

Whenever her Grandmother entered the room the scent came

with her. Whenever she would leave the room the scent stayed

behind for a while.

 

It has been years since the glass container was last seen, but

one was in a quaint antique shop and when she saw it the

memories flooded in. Even though it held no scent she

suddenly remembered the one that her grandmother

carried with her. Some things never leave us. Sweet

Grandmother memories is one of those things.

“Time spent-

Reliving a comforting scent.”

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