2017-11-15 / Editorials

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All That’s Fit to Print
Brenda Wall

The hole puncher had a birthday Tuesday, 131 years old. I wonder if the hole puncher was the inspiration for the first data processor. Did some bright kid realize that if you punch holes on different spaces on the paper or card, the papers or cards could be sorted by where the holes were. And that might lead some other bright young kid to build a machine that could sort the cards.

The new Farmer’s Almanac is out. Through the years, farmers have counted on signs of nature to guide them in planting and harvesting crops. They learned these signs from the Native American Indian.

In the early days of our country, the ability to predict the weather was a necessary skill. Seeds were scarce and growing food was a necessity, not a hobby.

If rains came too soon after planting, the seeds would wash away. If the rains didn’t come in time, the seeds would not sprout.

Watching the signs of nature to predict the weather back then was based on the phases of the moon, the position of the tides, and the weather patterns from past years.

Many people still use these methods today, but the FARMER’S ALMANAC makes the process a little simpler.

Since 1792, this handy little paperback has been used by farmers and hobbyists to decide when to plant, what to plant, and when to harvest.

One issue taught me about cousins — removed, once removed, first, second and so own. The article did not explain or agree the cousin rule included terms and degrees of ex-cousins. A friend has two or three and still claimed them as relatives.

Oh, my. It is time to buy a turkey. Legend holds turkey was part of the first Thanksgiving feast, it probably wasn’t. According to diaries from the time, deer was the main course accompanied with some fowl, fish, corn and squash. Historians think the fowl was probably duck or goose.

But turkeys are so American. It wasn’t that turkey looked that good. He didn’t. The turkey, wild or domestic, is not the most attractive of creatures. In fact, the wild turkey looks a lot like a buzzard gone to fat.

And, it wasn’t that the turkey soaring through the air caught anyone’s eye. Have you ever seen a turkey fly? Wild ones can move at a pretty fast clip, but it sure ain’t pretty. Soaring is not an option.

Similar cases can be made for most all the other animals that end up on dining tables on a regular basis. Most aren’t very pretty, surely aren’t cuddly and, if they do have any looks at all, they are dumb as posts.

It seems we tend to prey on those who aren’t cute, aren’t fuzzy, aren’t loveable. We don’t value them as much. Our hearts are sometimes, maybe too often, ruled by our eyes. Or our tastebuds.

Have a good week.

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