Aunt Lollie and baby Jake

Aunt Lollie and baby Jake
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Monday, September 19, 2011

One Last Serving of Hash by Lou Ella Jones Bronson

Hash

March 26, 1937

A much needed improvement in the roads between here and Oakley is the erection of snow fences to prevent the drifts from piling so deeply in the roads during some of the winter months. Much of the land on which these fences would be built is unimproved pasture land. Therefore they could be permanent in most places. The work, whether it were a WPA or county road project, should be given to men of the Junction Valley. The cost of labor would be almost the only expense,, as all materials for a permanent snow fence are available near the places where thye are needed. If the roads were graded, tht too would help to keep them open to traffic throughout the yuear. Our neighbors on the north would undoubtedly boost for such a project as it would help to bring additional trade to their community.

A well planned program honoring St. Patrick was given at the Moulton school house Sunday. As one of the songs advised we are all Irish on St. Patrick’s day; and it it’s true that the Irish are noted for their tempers, it seems to me that most of us are more or less Irish all the time.

Chester Bullers has been assembling some of his loaned out farm machinery preparatory to starting spring farming; while Mrs. Bullers is already planning her vegetable garden- one that is usually hard to excel.

Rufus Wright thinks he will be able to plow next week, if it doesn’t snow another foot.

George Bronson who was hauling hay from the City of Rocks recently, spent a pleasant evening at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Sparks.

When the snow is melting and water running everywhere, one feels that it would be wonderful if all the water that goes to could be saved and made available to farmers later in the season. Many times, crops that fail to mature could be saved with a good irrigation. This has been accomplished in some places and many some time become a reality here and in other localities where it is not yet practiced.

LaDell Wrigley was looking at a horse’s eye that had been injured. “Well, sir,” said he, “the eye is the tenderest part of the body. I guess, unless it’s the crazy bone.

1 comment:

Georgia said...

I just read through the first five of your grandmother's newspaper columns. She is quite the feisty woman...it definitely runs in the genes of your family!

I will be back to read some more but just wanted to tell you what a treasure you've found here and thanks for sharing it!