It’s spring! Officially it is ….
It’s spring! Officially it is about six hours old as I start this and the temperature is in the high fifties. Pretty hard to beat it. I guess I’m not the only one that is glad to see it come. It seems like it has been a long winter and at that I spent one month at the Rehab Center at Owen. I keep checking every day for some sign of my tulips, but I guess it goes back to that old saying, a watched pot never boils.
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Coming up next month is election day and one of the big issues in the Loyal School District is for the referendum on repairs and improvements.
Everything seems to age and there is always a need for change. One of the major changes is to move the kitchen and cafeteria to the main floor. I always thought it was unhandy to be going down in the basement to eat.
I am glad that the board followed the wishes of the public and did not extend any building or interrupt the golf course. I realize a track might be important but right now I don’t see Loyal able to come up with a track team. If one were built, I doubt there would be enough students to make it pay. Think about it. Do you know anyone that is still out there running for the sport? Maybe a handful but I see golf as a lifetime activity and the beauty of the five hole course is you can go play it without wasting half a day at a full course some people play at.
The district had already purchased the land before we came but I recall the night prices were discussed at a board meeting about building a track. Once the estimated cost was announced, that was the last we ever heard discussed on a track.
In my younger days I had just gotten introduced to playing golf by our pastor at Zion Lutheran Church in Turtle Lake. We used to hit balls back and forth from our yard to theirs. Thankfully it was he who hit one of the church windows and broke it.
At the same time the Minneapolis Star-Tribune, for which I had a Sunday morning route, was offering as a prize for selling new subscriptions, a new set of Sam Snead cubs. Then a neighbor came along with a golf bag because I watched their house for six weeks while they vacationed in Texas each winter. So I ended up needing to spend my own money just to buy a cart.
I never got very good at the game but I do know if you don’t hit the ball too far you can generally find it again.
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What a wasted day. About the only thing I can say I accomplished today was to watch our church service on the computer. It was one of those things that came about because of COVID-19. It is so handy as everything is right there in front of you. Since I have a hearing problem it is nice to have everything right there in front of me.
I spent the day waiting for the Wisconsin Badgers/ Iowa State game.
The Badgers had beaten Colgate on Friday and advanced to play today. It was tough to see them lose but that’s the problem with tournaments. Once you lose you are out of the game.
I guess we’ll just have to wait for next year. I think Davison is the only senior and the rest of the crowd should be able to fill the gap.
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I ran across something the other day and I wonder how many people still remember those days. It was called the days of no margarine (oleo) in Wisconsin. Anyway not any colored oleo. The state legislature had passed a law way back in 1895, to forbid it being sold.
Of course, that didn’t stop people from buying it out of state or having it shipped in. In my days working the post office, we had a train that ran from the Twin Cities to Sault St. Marie, Canada.
Every so often a family would get this package from someone in Michigan and the postmaster explained when it came that it was a package of margarine. The fact they lived just across the alley from the creamery, which made tons of butter every week, didn’t seem to phase them.
Of course, we never ate oleo when I was a kid. Dad had served on the board at the Comstock Creamery, which at the time was connected to Land O’ Lakes. So butter was served.
The change came in 1967, but some of the public didn’t buy it. I recall picking up the weekly ad for Loyal Foods and Arnie Brock was very careful to cut the margarine ad that had been sent to him to run.
Florence also had to be careful when someone ran a recipe in the paper to make sure it didn’t call for margarine instead of butter. A time or two she missed one and you can bet she would get some phone calls.
I use a mixture. I used butter for frying eggs but put Country Crock on my toast.
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Remember me telling you there are three ways to do anything. The right way, the wrong way and the Army way. Well, I thought my grandson Will was pretty safe as he was stationed at the Walter Reed Hospital in Washington, D.C.
He was a pediatrician but all that has changed. He will now be a medical doctor for an Army unit in the Big Red, and stationed in Bavena, Germany. I’m wondering if it will be something like a MASH unit?
