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recycling debacle

Today in the news I heard about another recycling program forced on the citizens. In the 80's I toured a manufacturing plant that was making large recycling equipment for communities. These machines would by installed in garbage receiving facilities and the trucks would dump their loads and it would move through these machines and separate the various pieces of garbage in high speed volumes. The separations were automatic with paid workers operating the various product flows.

Today we force citizens to recycle and hire workers to come around and pick up small boxes of stuff and deliver them to various sites for reuse when the bigger equipment would do the same at less cost to the citizens.

The possibility of being forced to pay a carbon tax is now possible with curbside pickups. The biggest problem is costs to the citizens when these very labor intensive pickups are used instead of the more operationally efficient equipment and systems.

The Overcoat

The book contains family history of survival , faith, strength of character against some very strong odds. The WW1 veterans are now almost all gone and we have very little new stuff being written and I hope my two books can help keeping these era hero's alive. The first book is a historical fiction mystery novel about a Minnesota veteran and his family through years after the war. The second book now in publishing is a biography of WW1 trench warfare from a runners journals. www.loveforbookwriting.com

Fun To Go Home For A Visit

Fantastic August Sunday

I traveled from Moorhead, Minnesota to Hoffman , Minnesota for a chance to visit my only first cousin Loren currently from Dallas area visiting in the Hoffman area were he grew up. I left early to be able to attend church services in Hoffman also a small town close to were I grew up. As I approached the church a beautiful structure in the small town of Hoffman I was amazed of the size of the parking lot as big as the church I attend in Moorhead a city nearly 40x bigger.

I drove in at least 40 minutes early so parked towards the back and watched as car after car started coming in early. I also noted the quiet neighborhood while driving in. The corn fields with six foot high corn surrounding two sides of the parking lot. The sun was now shinning brightly making the scene so familiar to the years I spent growing up only 10 miles to the south. The church I attended was situated out in the country with trees, corn fields, and farms for miles.

The clock showed 25 minutes before service and I couldn't wait any longer as the parking lot was nearly full. My friend Phillip and his wife Sandy had arrived and I wanted to say hi before service. They both were classmates of mine during grade school. Phillip was a soldier in the Vietnam war and survived only to contract MS and is now in a wheel chair. We were also neighbors on the farm.

Loren arrived and we went in to sit down. It didn't take long to see many other friends were there too. After the services they have coffee and cookies for which give me time to visit with a lot of old friends. The church was nearly full and for the summer season I thought that was amazing which my friends told me that at times they need the overflow room.

I was so good to see the strong faith and character of the rural people confirming my belief that the country we live in had great people. Hoffman was also the first school system my wife Phyllis taught in and some of r her friends recognised me and we got a chance to visit too. Phyllis passed away 1976 from a boating accident in the Minnesota Boundary area leaving me with two young sons. She was a favorite teacher in Hoffman and it was good for me to see her memory hasn't been forgotten.
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Swine flu scare

In a recent China trip to see her family my wife found that they were scared to death she was going to infect them with swine flu. She was able to prove or convince her immediately family that she was not sick, Her friends and acquaintances refused to have her near them.

She is Chinese and was to be a tour guide for some friends from Chicago that wanted to see the Great Wall and other historic sites. They were part Asian in heritage and looked like they were natives as my wife is. They had no problems with moving around. The populace wasn't scared as they didn't know my wife and friend were from America but her family did.

My point is that the government of China has scared their population about Americans carrying the swine flu that even family members wouldn't get near my wife. Government control of the media at work creating mass hysteria causes lack of freedoms along with common sense. This was a very eye opening stark example of government media and controls.

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Boomer memories #6 of many

The FarmBoy that walked many paths

Kenny Larson, Lawrence Rasmussen, Elf Erickson and Warren Morton were buddies and were all bachelors. On Sunday afternoon they would drive around the various area and look at the crops or machinery for their entertainment. When it was early summer they would go stripped gopher hunting. If there was an event that had machinery or cattle they would take me along to see things. Most of the area towns had events in the summer to go to. Kenny would always have to drive so most of the time two of the guys would come to our place and then they would get in with Kenny and go toward the direction of the fourth friend and travel that direction that Sunday.

On those Sundays I would find something to do and it usually was practicing my baseball throwing or football or basketball or my golfing course. I always had to do the lawn. It was so boring that when I was mowing I thought of all of things. I had noticed several gopher holes scattered around the yard. I filled them up with rocks to about 3 inches from the level ground. I had found over time several golf balls and tennis balls. I didn’t have a golf club but I had a Ted Williams bat. I would use the bat like a putter and hit the various balls I had from hole to hole around the house for hours. I would have different people playing against me assigned to the various balls I had.

When it became football season I would hang a car tire to the highest branch I could find so I would have the longest rope length possible. I would pull the rope as far to the left as I could then I would then run to my football and try to throw it through the tire opening as it swung back and forth.

When it was near winter I would shoot my basketball through a heavy wire I bent in a half moon shape and nail it to the barn wall between the silos as this area was the most protected from the snow and winter winds. For the baseball season I had a slick deal I made a strike zone stand with a net to catch the balls that I would be a strike. If I missed the net I would have to chase farther to get the balls making the effort to get strike’s the least work. I worked out a contest where if I got three straight strikes I got an out and if I walk a batter the opposition got a point. Then I would be the opposition and do the same.

We would raise roosters for butchering and my job was to feed them and chase them into the chicken coop at night if they weren’t all in already and lock them in. One evening after eating a late supper, I was reminded that I still needed to lock the chickens in. I ran outside to finish my chores. I would at times imagine that as I was going to the chicken coop that there were bears and lions hiding along the way and I would escape by making running moves and darting here and there. I was running back to the house and up to the door I went and into the porch I came with a bound just miss being caught by a lion. Birdie our golden retriever usually accompanied me to do these chores. She had crawled up on the back of the couch in the porch and was watching me outside running and coming in. I didn’t see her as I came in the porch. She was so happy to see me she leaped from the back of the couch right at me. The porch was almost dark; I was just getting in the porch in the nick of time avoiding this big lion. I still remember my shock when my dog jump at me.

Our annual one day vacation was the annual trip to the Minnesota state fair. We would get up early enough to do chores and get to the State fairgrounds so we could park in the machinery hill area and under a shade tree for the afternoon shade. We usually got the same tree on the same block by the John Deere pavilion. It was a three and half hour drive and the gates opened at Seven AM. We stayed until 7 PM -8PM and did chores after we got home. Grandma always had enough lunch packed that we didn’t need any fair food. I would hear the race cars warming up and I would walk around the track looking for a knot hole to see through. I loved that roar. I believe by the time I was 12 I knew the fairground like our farm. We had set times to meet and eat something but other than that I didn’t sit around. I always had bags and bags of literature and free stuff that lasted a month later for things to look at. Machinery Hill was 80 acres and I think the whole fair grounds were 240 acre’s.

Blog by Conrad Larson for Blogger and www.loveforbookwriting.com and www.myovercoat.com plus Boomertweet on Twitter 7/25/09