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Better Days Without Computers

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A young man asked his grandfather, “Grandpa, how did you live in the past without technology . . .
Without computers, without internet connection, without television, without air conditioners, without cars, and without cell phones?”
Grandpa answered:
“As your generation lives today . . .
There are no prayers, there is no compassion, there is no respect, there is no real education, there is no personality, there is no shame at all, there is no modesty, and there is no honesty.
“We, the people born between the years 1940-1980, were the blessed ones. Our lives are a living proof…
While playing about everywhere and riding our bikes we never wore a helmet. Before school we played and then again after school until dusk we played and hardly ever watched television. We played with real friends, not virtual friends.
If we were thirsty, we drank tap water, or water from the hose, not mineral water in a plastic bottle. We never worried even when we shared the same cup of juice with four friends. We never gained weight by eating plates of pasta every day.
Nothing happened to our feet despite roaming barefoot. We never used food supplements to stay healthy. We used to make our own toys and play with them. Our parents were not rich, but they gave love, not stuff.
We never had a cell phone, game console, Xbox, video games, personal computer, or internet, but we had true friends.
Our friends were our neighbors and we visited them and their parents without being invited and shared and enjoyed the food with them.
We had black and white photos, but we can find colorful memories in these photos.
We are a unique and the most understanding generation because we are the last generation that listened to their parents. And to my extreme sadness, we are also the first ones who were forced to listen to their children.
We are a limited edition. Take advantage of us. Learn from us. We are a treasure destined to disappear soon.”
Reminded of Matthew 12:45 “That is what this generation is like. You may think you have cleaned out the junk from your lives and gotten ready for God. But you were not hospitable to His kingdom’s message, and now all the devils are moving back in.”
+++ALLELUIA+++
XVII–41–10-8-2023

Save People, Not Flies

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lee pitts
According to the bureaucrats “an endangered species is any fish, plant or wildlife which is in danger of extinction throughout all or part of its range.” If that’s the standard necessary to be protected by our government I can think of lots of people who are far more endangered than the Miccosukee Gooseberry or the Persistent Trillium, which sounds like a neutron bomb that won’t disperse. The feds say there are 1,300 species that are either threatened or endangered and there’s not a machinist, independent truck driver or saddle maker on the list. Here’s my list of the most endangered species in America today.
The Sheep Operator- The greenies say we must save “historical populations” but if they didn’t have their heads glued to Tik Tok maybe they’d know that sheep thrived on our public lands, and the landscape did too, long before the Endangered Species Act. The sheep fertilized the meadows and broke up the soil while at the same time producing two wonderful commodities, lamb and wool. But now we’re told by urban dwellers who’ve never been west of Kansas City that we must remove the sheep and the people who care for them. So today 74% of the lamb we eat is imported. And because the feds say only a dozen or so of a particular species remain on their range, (only 4,000 of which have been sighted), the American lamb producer could soon be deader than the dodo.
The Solider- The bird that started this whole endangered species joke was the Spotted owl and when the dust settled we’d spent nine million dollars per owl to save them, so that their cousin the Bard owl could wipe them out. We should have spent the money instead on our returning soldiers who we sent to Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan only to come home to a substandard VA hospital and a citizenry who hated them. We should be ashamed that while many of our soldiers were committing suicide in record numbers due to PTSD, we were spending tax dollars trying to “save” fairy shrimp, winter gnats, Gooding’s onion and Townsend’s aster. I wonder, were any of them willing to die for their country?
The Journalist- The weekly or daily newspaper used to be a staple of American life and their content was written by real journalists, not CHAT GPT. The writing was so good it could inspire a worthless kid like me to one day become a writer. Now what we have left is a cacophony of clowns doing podcasts, or idiots on Facebook blogging away. And this we call news.
The Student- If I had kids I’d be worried sick every morning sending them off to a shooting gallery for freaks. A country that can’t protect its children has no future.
The Fisherman- I live near a fishing village that once had a thriving fishing industry. Now the town is trying to exist by selling whale watching tours and post cards of the quaint fishing boats that rarely leave their berths, while huge foreign floating factory ships rape our oceans.
The Small Businessman- If you’ve taken a walk down main street lately you know the small businessperson is far more endangered than gnatcatchers and bearded vultures, which I assure you there are plenty of on Wall Street! The small business person is being put out of business by Amazon with help from the U.S. Post Office.
The Forester- We used the aforementioned spotted owl and lots of bad science to destroy our forests that now burn out of control for months on end. The greens got rid of clear cuts which acted as firebreaks and the roads that the firefighters used to fight the fires. We kicked off the cows and the sheep and silenced the chainsaws which previously reduced the dry vegetation and the bark beetle infested kindling.
If the greens really were really serious about saving endangered species before they burn to a crisp, the best thing they could do is bring back the forester, the sheep and the cow.
The Cowboy- I don’t know why so many urbanites hate the cowboy, but I think it’s because it contains the word “boy”. Maybe instead of trying to save a turtle that can breathe through its butt we ought to be more worried about saving the sexes. Both of them.

Hyllningsfest: Music

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john marshal

LINDSBORG ‒ The festival schedule online opens with a photo, a section of the Smoky Valley Middle School marching band, youngsters in traditional Swedish costume. And there with the saxophone line is Jay Steinberg, wide smile and Swedish get-up, arm raised in a wave to the parade crowd.
Steinberg had been a fixture at Hyllningsfest for decades before he died in May 2015 after a long battle with cancer.
It has been ten years ‒ five festivals ‒ since Steinberg marched in the Hyllningsfest parade. He was a round, elfin-like man with boundless energy and a love of all things music, especially when it involved youngsters. Steinberg taught music in the Smoky Valley Schools for decades, and he became music’s definition for the schools, the community, for Hyllningsfest.
And as a celebrated musician, he was much a part of festival performances of the Smoky Valley Men’s Choir. Less is more, Steinberg seemed to say, or play. His clarinet or oboe came on in an elegant whisper, a lustrous accent for the Choir’s voice, polishing phrases like a soft cloth, bringing luster to a movement.
Steinberg was originally from New Jersey, landed here in the 1970s and never left. Steinberg was dean of the Smoky Valley Schools music faculty and an instructor at Lindsborg Middle School and Smoky Valley High School. He also taught at Wichita State.
As Hyllningsfest approached, Steinberg was up with the sun and the town knew it. Band members were in practice mode, marching up the streets, Steinberg at the students’ side, shouting above the drums, checking the lines, checking the lines again, and when the band began to play, he would step away and slightly back, still marching, as the students strutted crisply ahead of him. He wanted them in front. He wanted them and their music to be noticed first and always.
When those youngsters come marching this year, give them a wave – and a thought to Jay.
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For more than a quarter-century, the Smoky Valley Men’s Choir has delighted audiences with superb evidence that music is a footing for this community. More is in store on Friday, Oct. 13, when the Choir performs at 6:30 p.m. at Bethany Lutheran Church. The Choir, under the direction of Leah Ann Anderson, was established in 1997; its members ‒ 45 this year ‒ come together only every two years for Hyllningsfest. They have been in two-hour rehearsals every Tuesday for two months.
In recent years the group has been in such demand that its performance schedule has continued into the Christmas holidays. On December 9 the Men’s Choir will perform at roughly 7 p.m. at the Swedish Pavilion in Heritage Square. The event is part of the Old Fashioned Christmas celebration at the Lindsborg Old Mill and Swedish Heritage Museum.
Praise for this Choir has been long and effusive. There are not enough superlatives to tell its magnetic resonance, its clarity and vigor and passion.
“This year we’ll present a lively variety, some new works and the traditional ones,” Anderson said. “We’ll have a lot of soloists, and some big pieces, and in the final section, spirituals, all exciting music ‒ and a little surprise, something I won’t divulge just yet.”
The Choir was the idea of Carroll Lindgren who at the time, in 1997, was a member of the Hyllningsfest Committee. Because of Sweden’s long tradition of men’s choirs, Lindgren believed it only fitting that one be established in Lindsborg.
Anderson is a retired choral music instructor at Smoky Valley High School and has taught at Bethany College. She has directed the Men’s Choir since it was founded and insists on preserving its heritage as a community choir, its concerts informal.
“We’re not a professional group,” she has said, “but we do have a lot of talent, and this enables me to raise the bar when choosing literature for the singers.”

 

Mixed-up times

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Thayne Cozart
Milo Yield
These are mixed-up times for me. I’m writing this column in advance of our anticipated move to our new home. So, that means, if all goes according to plan, that I’m writing this column before we move, but you will read it after our move.
This week we got most of our packing up ready for the move. The walls in our home are bare, as are most of the cupboards.
A lot of the furniture of the new owners is already sitting in our basement, and a pet aquarium snail belonging to the teenage daughter of the new owners is also living in our basement.
My latest encounter with wildlife at Damphewmore Acres is another hungry prairie falcon — most likely a fall migrator. Yesterday, it killed and ate a large portion of one of the hens that was going to the new owner. Between the foxes and the falcons, the new owner will be lucky to have any chickens left. So, for the next week, I guess I’ll have to keep “their” hens in the henhouse for protection.
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I’ve been involved on the periphery of farming and ranching for decades — long enuf to have sorted through a bunch of agricultural truisms. The list of truisms, as it stands today, follows:
  • It never wise to make square bales of hay heavier than your wife can lift.
• Just for orneriness, it’s fun to always keep enough open cows in your herd to aggravate your veterinarian.
• It’s never wise to ever insist that your wife back up a gooseneck trailer to anything.
• It’s presumptuous to ever assume your dog will learn more than you can teach it.
• The smart move is to always let your wife drive the rig that is being pulled.
• Experience proves its never wise to expect much help from a cattle truck driver wearing new coveralls and ostrich boots.
• It’s a mistake to ever put anything you need on the north side of the shed in the winter.
• Be prepared: Always insist, if your check bounces, it’s your bank’s error.
• It’s wise to never build a wire gate tighter than your wife can open and close.
• Experience proves it’s never wise to expect a borrowed tool to return to its proper place promptly and in the same condition.
• It’s wise to always expect a machinery breakdown of some sort if a storm is approaching.
• It’s a given for your best bull to come down with trich or anaplasmosis.
• If it’s never rained for months, always expect a toad-strangling, water-gap-breaking rain when you’re on your long-put-off out-of-state vacation.
• It’s unwise to expect a cheery welcome home when you’re late for supper and the food is cold.
• The Law of Livestock dictates that the smallest heifer in the herd will have the largest calf and need expensive vet assistance.
• It’s unwise to expect to re-find the profit-assuring article in your favorite farm or ranch publication that you stashed away for future reading.
• You can be assured you will rip a hole in your new insulated denim jacket the first time you wear it.
• It’s the Law of Succession at work: Rest assured your teenage son will “know” more about farm management than his archaic dad and be plenty ready to explain it.
• When a windshield gets cracked on the gravel road, be assured it will always be on the family SUV, not on your ancient and battered beater of a feed truck.
• If you have two cats, one a house cat, the other a feral refugee, it’s a certainty that they both will efficiently kill song birds at your wife’s bird feeder.
I’m certain there are other aggie “truisms,” but those are the ones I could conjure up this week.
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Two ranchers were confabbing in the middle of the road about happenings in their community. One rancher said, “Did you hear about old Billy. He got remarried at the age of 90. And his new wife is only 30 years old.”
The second ranchers replied, “We have a name for that kind of thing in my family. We call it a football wedding.”
The first rancher queries, “Just what is a football wedding?”
The second rancher replied, “She’s just waiting for him to kick off.”
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My words of wisdom for the week relate to the above story:  “Anyone who marries for money eventually earns every cent of it.”
Enjoy the fall weather. Hope your harvest is better than you expected.
And, last but not least, “Have a good ‘un.”

Plant Identification Help 

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We often receive questions related to identifying landscape plants. There are many smart phone apps available that can sometimes accurately identify plants through photos. Your local extension agency is a great resource, especially if you provide a complete plant sample for identification. Here are some items to consider as you prepare a sample for your agency whether for identification of the plant itself or to help diagnose causes of damage.

     Live Plant Sample:

  • For small plants, include as much as possible: roots, stems, leaves, flowers and fruits.
  • Gently shake loose soil from the roots but do not wash roots.
  • Prevent wilting by placing roots in a plastic bag and keep them moist.
  • Stems, leaves and other above-ground growth can be covered in newspaper, not plastic.
  • Harvest the sample as close to the day you will deliver it as possible.
  • For trees, shrubs and vines include a branch, approximately one- to two-feet in length, with several buds/leaves.
  • Store plant sample(s) in a box in a cool, dark location until it is delivered to prevent wilt.

    Photo Submissions:

  • Include a photo of the entire plant and growing site.
  • Include a photo of the leaves, stems, buds, fruit and flowers up close.
  • Show how large the plant parts are by including a scaling item, such as a ruler, next to the plant part(s).
  • Ensure photos are in-focus.
  • If plant has symptoms of disease or pest damage, include images of healthy and unhealthy plant material.
  • Include a photo of the plant against a solid background so the plant stands out. Examples of background could be a piece of paper or your hand.
  • Sending in photos to accompany a live sample is a great way to show the surroundings where the specimen is growing and can aide in identification. In general, include enough information in your plant sample, whether live or digital, to tell a complete story for the best chance of accurate identification.
  • Cynthia Domenghini, Extension Agent