Arbor Day 1973.
Well, here we go again. It's time for Arbor Day and although most are still recuperating from a whopper of a Centennial last year, there are those stubborn individuals like E. A. Ernst and his crew of volunteers who have organized a two-day celebration April 28-29.
Vern Livingston who has spearheaded so much with the Arbor Day Foundation work, will be on hand and everyone is looking forward to hearing music by Gordon MacRae.
Another story in today's paper gives the details of what's going to happen . . . but let me read in between the lines . . . the weather will be just great . . . take a coat and your appetite to Grundman airport for the early morning fly-in . . . take your camera to the luncheon at the Elks and to the program at the mansion . . . and go early to the chautauqua at Senior High. It will be great fun.
Now comes just one lil' ole warning from The Buck:
Extra chairs will be placed at the mansion for the Sunday afternoon program . . . which is expected to run close to two hours.
Stolen from Ed Ransdell.
Daylight Saving Time begins Sunday, April 29, Ed Ransdell said in his recent issue of Car Quotes, and it is alleged that DST started because people simply wanted to make the day last longer.
Some authorities believe that it was started by a wise old Indian. Here is the tale pertinent to the origin of DST:
(Really, Ed . . . )
Once upon a time, a long time past, the aforementioned Indian decided to make his blanket longer. In the fullness of his wisdom he cut off a strip of blanket from one end and sewed the strip onto the other end.
Presto! The blanket was longer.
In similar manner have the wise Americans made the day longer.
Ed also says they're planning a new TV show this fall. The plot centers around an unfaithful wife, a drug addict, a student anarchist planning on bombing a University, a dirty old man and a corrupt public official.
It'll be called "Just Plain Folks."
We know one very happy couple that is looking forward to the month of June . . . and their 25th wedding anniversary. Bus Wymore said he finally talked the Missus into renewing their wedding vows. "I've always thought I'd like to do that on our 25th, but it has taken some talking to get Lou to swing my way."
I think that's just great. The Wymores have a son, Doug, a student at Senior High.
We read with interest the other day a story that former governor and Mrs. Val Peterson will be returning from Finland to Hastings.
Mr. Peterson was ambassador in Finland for several years and was governor of Nebraska in the late 1940s.
As a matter of fact, when Mr. Peterson was governor, he commissioned Millie (this will really give her age away . . . snicker, snicker) an admiral in the Great Navy of Nebraska because of her high school and state Future Homemakers activities.
At about that time, the only serious thing on our minds was trying to improve our couples roller skating . . . Oh, the fox used to be pretty foxy on the wheels, baby . . . little did we realize at the time that I was to serve four years in the Navy and be outranked by my wife.
A poor soul felt sorry for me some years later and I received a similar commission. I'm reminded however, that there is such a thing as seniority . . . even when two admirals are involved.
Four more Sundays.
Our eldest daughter, Denise, is a student at Peru State and comes home on weekends. That means the sewing machine purrs long hours, mighty twelve ninety blares to match the other wham-bam, hot dang, bangety bang music (?) and when the weekend has ended, it's back to school.
Well, things won't be like this when school starts next year, because the little girl who filled our hearts with much love over 19 years ago, will be a "Mrs."
Meanwhile, we've been making the trip to Peru on Sunday nights and lugging what I call junk up and down stairs. Once in awhile I drive her eight miles south before 7 a.m., on Mondays and she rides to school with Bryan Mabie, the young man who has been around our home for some time.
Denise always asks what time I want her to be ready for the Sunday night drive and my standard reply is "anytime."
(Confidentially, it wouldn't make any difference if I did set the time, she'd be ready when SHE was ready).
Anyway, that was the situation last weekend, and the question and answer were the same. And as usual, it's around 10 p.m., when I return.
And now that I look back on those drives to a college in Maryville, Mo., and to Peru, there's something there I'll miss . . . in four more Sundays, the semester will end . . . Next fall she won't need her dad to take her to school. Bryan says he will take over.