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A poem my mother loved. Fall was her favorite time of year.

September
The goldenrod is yellow, the corn is turning brown;
The trees in the apple orchards with fruit are bending down.
The gentian's bluest fringes are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed its hidden silk has spun.

The sedges flaunt their harvest in every meadow nook;
And asters by the brookside make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning the grapes's sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter with yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here,
With summer's best of weather and autumn's best of cheer.
Helen Hunt Jackson


Gardening Quotes



Other Great Quotes

THE BASIC RULES FOR CLOTHESLINES:
(if you don't know what clotheslines are, better skip this)
  1. Wash the clothes line before hanging any clothes - walk the entire length of each line with a damp cloth around the line.
  2. Hang the clothes in a certain order, and always hang "whites" with "whites," and hang them first.
  3. Never hang a shirt by the shoulders - always by the tail!. What would the neighbors think?
  4. Wash day is Monday! . .. . Never hang clothes on the weekend, or Sunday, for Heaven's sake!
  5. Hang the sheets and towels on the outside lines so you can hide your "unmentionables" in the middle (perverts & busybodies, y'know!)
  6. It doesn't matter if it is sub zero weather ... clothes will "freeze-dry."
  7. Always gather the clothes pins when taking down dry clothes! Pins left on the lines are "tacky!"
  8. Line the clothes up so that each item does not need two clothes pins, but shares one of the clothes pins with the next washed item.
  9. Clothes off of the line before dinner time, neatly folded in the clothes basket, and ready to be ironed.
  10. IRONED?! Well, that's a whole other subject!

A Clothesline Poem

A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by,
There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.

It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.

For then you'd see the "fancy sheets"
And towels upon the line;
You'd see the "company table cloths"
With intricate designs.

The line announced a baby's birth
From folks who lived inside -
As brand new infant clothes were hung,
So carefully with pride!

The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed,
You'd know how much they'd grown!

It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.

It also said, "Gone on vacation now"
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, "We're back!" when full lines sagged
With not an inch to spare!

New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy and gray,
As neighbors carefully raised their brows,
And looked the other way . . .

But clotheslines now are of the past,
For dryers make work much less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody's guess!

I really miss that way of life.
It was a friendly sign
When neighbors knew each other best
By what hung on the line.

Teacher to Class --
"Children, you will now tell me what you would like to be when you grow up?"
First Pupil --
"My name is Dan. When I grow up to be a man, I'm going to Siam, If I can, and I think I can."
Second Pupil --
"My name is Sadie. When I grow up to be a lady, I want to have a baby if I can, and I think I can."
Third Pupil --
"My name is Sam. When I grow up to be a man, I won't give a damn about Siam - but I'd like to help Sadie with her plan, if I can, and I think I can."

From the back of an old business card for Three Way Service Station in Haysi, VA. - Phone No. 3202



Butz-isms

Dad's nickname was Butz. Quotable Quotes from my dad, Lawrence, who pass away in April 2002 at the ripe old age of 84...

Weather forecasting from my dad!

Bronze and aluminum signs for your business


An Old Farmer's Advice:


God Made Woman

A Great Old Cooking Poem

We may live without poetry, music and art;
We may live without conscience and live without heart;
We may live without friends; we may live without books;
But civilized man cannot live without cooks.

He may live without books--what is knowledge but grieving?
He may live without hope--what is hope but deceiving?
He may live without love--what is passion but pining?
But where is the man that can live without dining?

Owen Meredith - Taken from "The Use and Care of Miracle Maid Cook-Ware" book from the Advance Aluminum Castings Corp., Chicago 32. Copyright 1948.


Taps

Every evening in my town, if you listen at nine o'clock, you will hear a beautiful rendition of 'Taps' soulfully drifting across the air. When I first heard this, I envisioned an elderly gentleman... a war veteran... standing proudly at attention on his front porch... a warn, tarnished trumpet to his lips... paying tribute to his fallen comrades from wars past.

I have since learned that the local church's organ is programmed to play this every evening. Still... it warms and relaxes the soul just the same... a finishing touch to a quiet evening.

John Robert Lucas


Quotes from John, hisself...



Recent Handy or Great Inventions

  • Dimmer switch on the turn signal lever
  • Frozen Pepsi (instead of Coke)
  • Upsidedown ketchup bottle

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