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It Was Us We Were Looking For: Kansas, UFOs, and the Unknown

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Christopher Auner
Humanities Kansas

February 18th is Pluto Day, the 95th anniversary of Kansan Clyde Tombaugh’s discovery of Pluto. In commemoration, HK is sharing this essay, originally published in the Written in the Stars celestial poetry chapbook.
Humans have always looked to the stars for answers—not just about the universe, but about ourselves: Who are we? Where are we? What does the future hold? Through constellations, we tell stories about our world. Through astrology, we tell stories about who we want to be.
But sometimes, when we look to the stars, we’re searching for something beyond ourselves—friends, companions, co-conspirators in this vast, cold universe.
In 1964, Elmer D. Janzen—chiropractor, ventriloquist, UFO enthusiast—opened his Geneseo, Kansas, home as a museum. This was at the height of UFO fever in the United States, when flying saucers regularly made headlines. Still open today in the self-proclaimed UFO capital of Kansas (aliens welcome!), the museum features drawings of humanoid aliens, spaceship diagrams, and newspaper clippings about a dog from Venus. (Her name was Queenie.)
The museum showcases Janzen’s passion for the weird and the town’s fond remembrance of the man, but it also tells of a time of discovery, imagination, excitement for the future—and more than a little trepidation about what we might find out there beyond the clouds.
Lest we discount Janzen as an eccentric, it bears mentioning that even Clyde Tombaugh, Kansas’s astronomical sweetheart, reported several UFO sightings during his scientific career. Tombaugh built his first telescope on his family’s farm near Burdett, Kansas, and was a self-taught astronomer with a high school diploma when, in 1930, he discovered the long sought-after “Planet X”—soon dubbed Pluto, after the Greek and Roman god of the underworld. (Pluto was reclassified as a dwarf planet and hailed as the first known object in the Kuiper Belt in 2006.) Tombaugh earned his bachelor’s and master’s degrees from the University of Kansas while continuing to work summers at Lowell Observatory in Arizona, where he first caught sight of the smudge of light that was Pluto.
In addition to discovering Pluto, 15 asteroids, and hundreds of stars, Tombaugh also observed several UFOs. Although he tended toward a scientific explanation rather than an extraterrestrial one, he was nevertheless open to the idea of intelligent life on other worlds. And perhaps it was this openness that drew him back to the sky night after night, straining to see just a little bit further into the unknown.
Sometimes we look to the sky in search of faraway worlds, but we find ourselves instead. What if those stories about aliens and UFOs are really stories about us? Stories to make the darkness a little less lonely, the strange a little more familiar. They speak of our thirst to make meaning, to seek connection, to ask questions and discover answers.
But sometimes when we look up at the night sky, we aren’t looking for answers. We look to the stars to set our imaginations alight.
Christopher Auner is a writer from Lawrence, Kansas, who has a background in teaching, publishing, freelance writing, and higher education. He earned an MFA in fiction from the University of Kansas and an MA in literature from Missouri State University.

More Gruesome Aggie Humor

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Thayne Cozart
Milo Yield

The long marriage of a middle-aged farm couple was growing more and more contentious. Their constant sniping at each other was more and more agitating. One area of disagreement wuz housekeeping by the wife.

Finally, the arguing reaches a head. The wife bluntly tells her husband that if he walks across the kitchen floor after she mops again, she’s going to kill him.

So, the next time she mops the kitchen floor, hubby comes into the house from choring and blatantly and defiantly stomps across the kitchen floor again. He gets the floor dirty, tracks water into the living room, and plops himself down into his recliner in front of the TV.

His wife decides to do as she had promised. Without saying a word, she goes to their bedroom, gets his pistol out of the closet, and shoots him dead in his recliner.

Then, she calls 911 and reports, “I told my husband that if he walks through the kitchen after I mopped and the floor isn’t dry yet, I would kill him. He didn’t listen, and I shot him.”

The sheriff’s emergency dispatcher immediately sends an ambulance for the husband, and a squad car to arrest the wife.

The sheriff overhears about the call shortly afterward, thinks it’s a rather strange crime, so he drives to the farm house.

When he gets there, his deputies are still waiting outside. He asks the officers, “Why haven’t you gone inside and arrested the woman?”

They sheepishly reply, “Sir, we can’t go in now. The kitchen floor is still wet.”

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The gab at the Old Geezers’ morning gabfest frequently turns to local history. One morning this week, the conversation turned to recalling the last blacksmith doing bizness in downtown Riley. He apparently wuz a real eccentric character and sort of an odd ball, too.

He’d been in bizness for a long time and his blacksmith shop wuz best described as “random clutter” from floor to ceiling, from wall to wall, and from back door to sidewalk. He never threw anything away because, as he self-explained, “I never know when I’ll need something again.”

However, in spite of his oddities, Smitty wuz a skillful craftsman and given enuf time could solve about any blacksmithing problem customers could bring to his door.

The morning kibitzers recalled one time an old customer came to the blacksmith shop, took a casual glance at the cluttered-up appearance, turned to the owner and asked with a tinge of sarcasm, “Smitty, how long you been working in this place?”

“Oh, I’d reckon about 20 years now,” Smitty replied.
“No way,” the customer corrected. “I know you’ve been here a lot longer than that.”

“But, you asked how many years I’ve been working here,” Smitty countered. “And, I reckon I’ve been working about 20 years, and the rest of the time I’ve spent looking for the right tools to get the work done.”

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The local funeral home is in the process of building a new structure, which, when completed, will house an up-to-snuff cremation facility. Learning that fact, prompted my old mind to recall this story that I used to tell to audiences back in my public entertaining days. Here’s the story:

A woman, in her eighties, made the evening news because she was getting married for the fourth time.

The day following her marriage, she was being interviewed by a local TV station. The young reporter asked her what it felt like to be married again at her advanced age —
and would she share information about her three previous marriages?”
It seemed quite unique, to the reporter, that the newlywed’s new husband was a funeral director. She asked the newlywed, “Tell me about your new husband, and about your first three marriages, too.”

After a short time to contemplate the question, the new bride broke into a big smile. She proudly explained that she had first married a banker when she was in her twenties. In her forties she married a circus ring master, In her sixties she married a pastor, and now in her eighties, a funeral director.

The amazed reporter asked her how she happened to have married men with such diverse careers.
With a smile on her face, the new bride explained, “I married one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go!”

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Words of wisdom for the week: “Be sure to ask your doctor if a drug with 32 pages of possible side-effects is really what you need to cure you.”

“How did we oldsters survive our childhoods when our mothers cleaned our faces with spit on a handkerchief and not an anti-bacterial wipe.”

“I wanna be 14 years old again and ruin my life differently. I have new ideas on how to do it.”

Have a good ‘un.

 

Spinach Artichoke Dip

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Over the last 2 weeks I’ve made this dish twice. Originally, I found the recipe on line, but over the years I felt I’ve made substantial enough changes to run it for you in the column. The flavor is good, it’s makes an ample amount of dip, and your guests will appreciate your efforts!

I usually serve mine with tortilla chips, but there are other options like corn chips and dried pita shells. This week my nephew called and said he made a new grilled cheese sandwich that had spinach artichoke dip in it. He said it was worth doing again. Oh yes, speaking of my nephew, Brandon, he won a soup competition at his school last week and the recipe was creamy ‘dill’ soup. He stated everyone loved it. The answer is yes, yes, I’m going to try it, sounds like so much fun! Not to mention he took top honors.

Our Valentine dinner went great this past weekend, the conversation was great, and everyone was in misery when they left! OK, this chef was a bit tickled and amused!

I took Sunday off and settled for coffee and a warm robe for most of the day. I did make time to stir up a batch of this dip for the family to take to the big NASCAR Party on Sunday. They even brought a bit back home with them. A few years ago a good friend of mine gifted me a traveling cooker for the car. I cannot begin to tell you how handy it is for ‘foodie’ events. On Christmas it carried a casserole, often it totes soups, and today an appetizer.

Originally this recipe did not contain any garlic, and I’m not sure about the cayenne pepper. I have changed around the cheeses a multitude of times, usually because I simply forgot one or the other! Let’s talk about the spinach first. I have a very hard time stirring 10 ounces of spinach into this recipe, seems like it’s all I can do just to stir it together. It takes a very strong hand. So, take note on how I now do the spinach portion. I’m setting you a single batch which is ample for 10 persons.

 

Spinach Artichoke Dip

10 ounces of spinach, 5 oz .wilted, 5 ounces chopped into strips.

1 red pepper, diced

1 large onion, diced

2 cans of artichokes, drained and chopped

1 teaspoon cayenne pepper

½ teaspoon black pepper

12 ounces cream cheese, softened

1 cup sour cream

1-2 teaspoons garlic

1 cup shredded pepper jack

1 cup shredded Parmesan

1 cup shredded Swiss

Extra Parmesan for the top

Prepare all vegetables, and set to the side while you soften the cream cheese, mix it to the sour cream along with all the cheeses, garlic and spices. The cream cheese needs to be very soft or you will struggle bringing the dip together. Notice that I soften half of the spinach to make it easier to coat with the cheeses. Bring all ingredients together and bake until the dish is nice and bubbly. I bake mine at 350. You don’t want the top to be over browned and hard. This should serve up to 10 persons. Look at around 45-50 minutes bake time. Spray the pan first!

Country Roads and Country Livin’

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Kansas is a fickle mistress, giving us 2 days of plus 50-degree weather and then back to the freezing cold with all of us. But during this time, I can’t help but reflect on the tenacity of the people of Kansas. We all come from different places and each of us has our own unique background. Some of us may have grown up rather locally and in the old rural communities of the Midwest, and some of us may have come of age in the city. Regardless of where you come from, and how many people are there, it’s unlikely that you don’t appreciate the great outdoors to some extent. This past couple of weeks ago I visited a friend’s property in the countryside, and I was reminded of how I miss those country dirt roads and barns out in the pastures. Out on those roads are great memories that we have made from years past. For those of you who are as sentimental as I am, let’s take a look at a couple of great memories you make living out on those dirt roads.

Starting off with the rain. Now for those of you in the city, you may not quite grasp the concept of predicting the weather. But every farmer knows that the weatherman’s reports are merely suggestions to the never-ending chaos that is Kansas weather patterns. Even more, than that, I remember my own grandfather and the way he used to “smell the rain comin’”. He’d predict it from many hours out, and sure enough, it came. Living out on the country roads does that to some people. You notice the nature around you more, you notice the coming and going of bird species, and the way the sky tinges green when tornadoes are near. It wasn’t just predicting the weather though. Being out in the rain, and in the storms is something else entirely, and going swimming in the ditches and rivers once the rain has come through are just a few of the memories one makes out there.

Tending to the various chores of growing up in the country may not be everyone’s favorite topic, but now that I’m older, I appreciate the memories I had of doing such things. That could just be me though, after all, not many people would think of chores when talking of nostalgia. Be that as it may, the incredible community of helping hands that are developed as a result is something to appreciate in its entirety. On those country roads, if a neighbor has their property damaged in some way shape or form, you go out to help them. Through that help, friendship and good relationships are forged. It’s easy to take the community aspect of country roads for granted, but take it from someone who’s lived in the city for a while, you start to miss it. Country hospitality is a blessing to all who may experience it.

Growing up in the countryside is a great gift to all who get to experience it. Unfortunately, with the continuing mass growth of inflation, it’s becoming scarcer and scarcer. Not only that but the recent loss of jobs at the federal level has put a great stress and financial burden on many people who desire this kind of homestead living. The ongoing dismantling of the Department of Education takes away federal funding for our local schools and threatens many school programs that allow students and parents alike to benefit.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that these changes directly affect country living, but they do affect the families who live here, and the people who want to believe in the American Dream. There are so many wonderful aspects of country life. Memories, good-cooking, and home-making that everyone should have a chance to have for themselves.