Letters To The Editor (Babies)

I love babies. You love babies. We all love babies.
We’ve all had our own babies and if we didn’t then
we take those moments to enjoy other people’s babies.

The ones that we see in public are cute. We notice how
cute they are dressed, and they interact with their feet.
Many go barefooted during the summer and do quite
a bit of kicking.

When we are in public we don’t mind them screaming
as we know it is temporary and eventually they will be
leaving the building. In some cases they don’t quick
enough, but then that is another story in itself.

On my last grocery shopping trip, I stopped by the door
for a bit to enjoy an ice cream cone. This reminded me
of the days when I loved to sit in the middle of the mall
and watch the people pass by.

In this case it was the little ones being strapped in the shopping
carts. They are sitting facing the parent, strapped in and
ready for an adventure.

For many the adventure begins even before they enter the
main part of the store, for when they are strapped in they
stretch their necks almost completely around. They are not
just satisfied to see where they have been. They want to see
where they are going. Now that is a wise baby. One that will
grow up to have plenty of curiosity and go after their dreams.

“To cause an entertaining stir-

To watch the babies go by, both wee and toddler.”

 

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Letter To The Editor (Flying Tarps)

Okay. We have completed our checklist as

we get ready to journey in the car. The freeway

can be scary so we certainly do want to be

prepared.

 

The car has been gassed up, and the oil has

been checked. The windows have been cleaned,

and the seat belt is secured.

The eyeglasses have also been cleaned and are

fixed rightfully so on the face. They might not

be the best thing in fashion, but they serve their

purpose.

 

Being able to see what is up ahead is an important

element in the art of driving. If you cannot see what

is up ahead driving can become quite dangerous.

That is the reason we are not supposed to text while

we are driving. You are supposed to pay attention to

what is going on around you and what all is involved

in the road up ahead.

 

Fortunately for one of my daughters she had a stroke

of good luck, for as she was driving on the freeway

she could suddenly no longer see. She saw the big

blue tarp heading her way, not sure what it was, and

then suddenly is was wrapped on her windshield.

 

Driving at a high rate of speed this was certainly

unexpected and through the grace of God, there

were no curves on the freeway or anything else

for that matter. For those few seconds, that seemed

liked eternity, she had not sight whatsoever.

 

As fast as it hit her windshield the tarp was suddenly

gone. On down the freeway perhaps to mess with

someone else.

 

“Loose tarps coming out of nowhere-

Have no place on the freeway,

with no excuses to spare”.

 

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.”

 

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.”

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