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Just a Little Light: Dick, Harry, and the Racoon

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Dawn Phelps
Columnist

I recently wrote about our little town with its own Tom, Dick, and Harry, and this story is about Harry, Dick, and a raccoon.  Harry told my husband Tom and me about it a couple of years ago after we took him to Longford to the Coachlight Restaurant for his birthday.

 

After a yummy buffet, as we were driving toward home on the blacktop a few miles north of Longford, Harry said, “Oh, this is about where Dick hit a raccoon when I was a kid.”  Then he proceeded to tell us their adventure.

 

Harry said that his older brother Dick was the driver and that he thought Butch Demars was in the front seat with Dick.  Harry said that Butch said, “Hey, go back and get that coon—I want to skin him out.”

 

Harry said that he, Dick, and Butch were not the only ones in the vehicle, that there were other kids.  He said he thought that Dick, their baseball coach, may have been driving the team to Longford to a play a game, but he could not remember for sure.  

 

Anyway, Harry said Dick turned their ’53 (or ’55) Desoto station wagon around, and they went back to get the raccoon.  They put the raccoon in the back of the station wagon, and off they went.  And they soon turned west on the Oak Hill Road.

 

It wasn’t long until things changed in the very back of that ole station wagon!  Harry said that “barking and growling” sounds were coming from behind the back seat where Harry and some other boys were sitting.

 

Harry said that the raccoon had awakened and was “really upset.”  He said the coon had decided that he “really hated humans” and that “there were several humans” in the station wagon.

 

Consequently, Dick pulled the station wagon to the side of the road.  Then, Harry said, “Everybody started piling out.”  Harry said that, at first, he kind of hesitated to scramble out of the car, that he really did not feel very scared.  But since everybody else piled out, he got out too.

 

Tom and I asked Harry how old he was at the time.  Harry said he was not sure, but he was “maybe 6-7 or maybe 4th grade.”  He did not remember his age but said that Fred Demars and Brad Williams might have been along.

 

Tom, Harry, and I had a good laugh about the raccoon that was supposed to have been dead but came alive and gave everybody a scare!  

 

I later talked to Dick about his memories of the incident—Dick is about nine to ten years older than Harry.  Here is Dick’s story.

 

Dick said he was the coach for Harry’s Pee Wee baseball team; Dick was about 18 at the time.  He said he had taken several of the boys to Longford to the rodeo in their 1953 Desoto station wagon.  (It was a nice thing for an older brother/coach to do for the younger baseball players.) 

 

Dick said that he did not hit the raccoon, that it had already been hit when they came along.  But they did stop, pick up the raccoon, and put him in the back of the station wagon so Butch could take it home and skin it out.

 

He totally agreed with Harry about how unhappy the raccoon was when he woke up in the back of the vehicle.  He said that the raccoon “was really squealing and growling” and that they had “all bailed out!” leaving the growling raccoon in the station wagon alone.  

 

Dick said they opened the tailgate, but the coon refused to leave.  Instead, somehow, the coon got under the front seat of the vehicle, perhaps while everybody else was bailing out.  Since coons can even climb trees, it would have been easy for him to get from the back of the station wagon and get under the front seat!

 

Despite his “squealing and growling,” with some poking, prodding, and encouragement, the angry rascal finally crawled out of the station wagon too.  Then Dick and all the kids “piled back into the car,” according to Harry, and headed on home.  I asked Dick if they let the coon go, and Dick said yes, “that coon took off!”

 

Hearing Harry and Dick talk about their memories of the revived raccoon brought back a critter memory of my daddy fighting and killing a rattle snake in the dark one night in Tennessee.  While us young kids sat in the Jeep, watching the snake repeatedly strike at our dad, it was a very scary time, but my dad won!  But that’s another story.

 

Perhaps you too have revisited a particular location that brought back a vivid critter memory from your younger years.  Last Sunday Tom and I drove past where “the coon story” had taken place.  Again, we remembered and laughed at the Dick, Harry and the Racoon story!   

 

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Lettuce Eat Local: Power Oatmeal

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Amanda Miller
Columnist
Lettuce Eat Local

We can see it coming from a mile away: Kiah purses her lips and puffs up her chest, then demands, “No, ME.” She reserves an oddly deep tone of voice for this proclamation, along with a certain accent and emphasis that makes it sound more like “maaaaaay.” The sass dripping from those pooty lips suggests years of practice, belying her mere 24 months.
I don’t want to say we hear this dozens of times a day, yet I also don’t want to say we don’t. Her independence — or illusions thereof — has been asserting itself with the tenacity and willful ignorance characteristic to the toddler age for some time now. “No, maaaaaay” is apparently applicable in any and all situations, regardless of Kiah’s actual ability to follow through; she is as comfortable boasting it when she is inextricably tangled in and blindfolded by a sweatshirt gone wrong as she is in enthusiastically whisking/exploding anything I’m trying to mix up.
Sometimes she really can do it on her own, of course, although clearly more practice is necessary. Eggs in general seem to be a dangerous arena; she’s pretty good at carefully collecting and carrying the eggs (after many times of that not being true), but Kiah peeling hardboiled eggs is painful to watch, not to mention to eat.
Or perhaps more practice is neither necessary nor helpful, something I feel keenly when she starts to take her diaper off herself or tries to pick up the glass gallon jar of milk. Often her desperate insistence in her personal ability makes matters worse, and a simple question or attempt to help her turns into juice slung across the floor and hair tangled every which way.
All this perceived independence is clearly an expected and important part of childhood development, and we wouldn’t want to put her coat on her forever. However, this stage does parallel a critical one in parental continuing education: patience. And some days, its synonym, longsufferingness.
As far as I can tell, though it looks different in different contexts, this resolution to spreading wings of independence doesn’t stop anytime soon. We’ve all met teenagers.
Benson, as an almost-adult four-year-old, has his own share of independence assertions. He can manage most of the actions I mentioned that Kiah is wrestling through, so he’s moved on to bigger and better things. One process he’s essentially mastered, though, is making breakfast for everyone — and no, not just pouring bowls of cereal (although of course both kids also must do that by themselves).
He makes a pot of oatmeal just about every other morning, enough for today and leftovers for tomorrow. These silly kids of mine are obsessed with oatmeal, and always have been. I think we served it for at least two of Benson’s birthdays so far, and all signs point to having it at Kiah’s birthday lunch this week.
I know they like the flavor and familiarity of it, but I’m sure their preference is at least slightly biased by the victorious power of self-efficacy involved. I let them add their own toppings to their bowls, with moderation intervention as called for, and the last couple months I’ve let Benson take more responsibility with making the oatmeal itself. I run the stovetop, and he does the rest. We try to get it going while Kiah is distracted, or she invariably comes barreling over with a cry of “No, ME!”
I make it up to her by letting her adorn hers. Let’s just say it’s a good thing she likes a lot of cinnamon, because you can guess how that usually goes.
Lettuce Eat Local is a weekly local foods column by Amanda Miller, who lives in rural Reno County on the family dairy farm with her husband and two small children. She seeks to help build connections through food with her community, the earth, and the God who created it all. Send feedback and recipe ideas to [email protected].

‘Christmas Castle’: Hutchinson man opens home to community with 30 trees, thousands of lights

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What began as a quiet promise made during a snowstorm far from Hutchinson has grown into one of the most elaborate Christmas displays in the Salt City, and this year, for the first time, the public is invited inside to experience it.

Nick Fisher, who moved to Hutchinson with his family from New Jersey during the pandemic, is opening his Victorian home at 201 W. 12th Ave. for a one-night holiday open house on Friday, Nov. 21, from 7 to 9 p.m.

“This is something I’ve been doing for eight years now, but we’re going to do it really big and really bright,” Fisher said. “Last year people saw the house and were interested in it. This year, we’re going bigger than ever.”

The tradition traces back to a winter when Fisher was serving in the military and stationed in Alaska. He and his wife couldn’t afford to fly home for Christmas. “It snowed really, really bad, and we were snowed into our apartment for two weeks,” he said. “We watched Hallmark Christmas movies for the first time together, and we made a promise that we would go bigger and better every year.”

That promise now fills every floor of their Hutchinson home with holiday scenes. Inside, 30 Christmas trees will be decorated with nearly 10,000 ornaments. Fisher estimates between 40,000 and 50,000 lights will illuminate the inside and outside of the house. He installed eight outdoor 20-amp electrical outlets to power it all.

“Originally there was just one in the front and one in the back,” he said. “I knew if this continued to grow, we’d need more.”

Every design is personal. This holiday marks 10 years since Fisher’s mother passed away, and he said she is the inspiration behind everything he does.

“My mother really, really loved Christmas,” he said. “She always wanted to go all out, but we grew up in a two-bedroom apartment, and she never could. Every year my designs are dedicated to her, but this year, because it’s the 10-year anniversary, I decided to go bigger than I ever have before.”

The third floor will be his favorite place in the house this season. “That room is dedicated to my mom in its entirety,” he said. “It’s going to be like a holiday memorial room to honor our past loved ones.”

Fisher doesn’t just hang lights, he designs themes.

“I don’t like just throwing everything out there,” he said. “If I go candy cane style, it’s going to be red and white. If it’s multicolor, everything matches. I like it to have a look, a design, a theme.”

This year’s interior theme is titled “Once Upon a Christmas.” Each room is designed to look like a page in a storybook.

“My house is a canvas,” he said. “When we moved in, we didn’t have much furniture, and it was so open. One tree lit up one room, and the rest of the house was dark. So I just started filling it in, room by room.”

The event will offer free cookies, coffee and hot chocolate to the first 100 visitors. A Santa Claus will be on the front porch for pictures with kids, framed by Christmas trees and lights.

“If you want the photographer to take it, she’ll take the picture and send it to you,” Fisher said. “If you’d rather take it yourself, totally up to you.”

Admission is free, though Fisher said donations are welcome. “I could never ask,” he said. “If people give, I’m more than grateful.”

Fisher said opening the house to the public this year was inspired by a letter he received last Christmas from a woman who had recently lost her husband.

“She wrote that seeing my house all lit up brought her warmth and closure,” he said. “That hit me. I’m doing this for my mom, and I figured if it brings that kind of feeling to someone else, let’s share it.”

For Fisher, the meaning behind the display is simple. “We’re very old-fashioned when it comes to Christmas,” he said. “It’s a magical time of year. It’s love, family, warmth. And we just want to share that with the community.”

The open house will take place from 7 to 9 p.m. on Friday, Nov. 21, at 201 W. 12th Ave., at the corner of 12th and Adams in Hutchinson.

Parasite control strategies

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K-State beef cattle experts discuss parasite control measures and how they are evolving.

Cattle producers are rethinking traditional parasite control methods, shifting toward more strategic treatments to prevent drug resistance, Kansas State University beef cattle experts say.

“In the past, we would treat everybody, but now we understand that approach creates pressure to select for resistant populations of parasites,” K-State veterinarian Todd Gunderson said.

Experts recommend producers work closely with veterinarians to develop targeted parasite management plans. Factors such as animal age, geographic location and environmental conditions should play crucial roles in treatment decisions.

“Young animals are much more likely to benefit from deworming than older animals,” K-State veterinarian Bob Larson said. “Mature cattle have natural protections against parasites that younger animals do not.”

The new approach emphasizes selective treatment, avoiding blanket deworming strategies that can accelerate parasite resistance problems. Producers are encouraged to consider individual herd characteristics and consult professional veterinary guidance.

Parasite control remains critical for maintaining cattle health and productivity, with strategic interventions proving more successful than broad-spectrum approaches of the past, K-State experts said.

To learn more about this topic and others, listen to the most recent episode of the K-State BCI Cattle Chat Podcast.