We made apple butter with a kettle outside over an open fire, stirring in shifts for eight hours. My grandmother would come out and throw in her ritual cinnamon candies. We fought yellow jackets and reaped the rewards of homemade apple butter all year.
My grandparents are gone now, and so is my father, who died last year. We all miss those days on the farm.
Make every day a good memory and let the ones you love know it. My Dad would have been 85 this month, and my parents would have been married 67 years. This month, we celebrate my mother's 85th birthday, two days after my father's.
You should have bought American cars
This letter is directed at all those people who just had to buy a Japanese car:
Laid off? Hungry? Eat your rice burner!
Most of the higher-paying manufacturing jobs in this country had a direct or indirect connection to the American automobile manufacturing industry.
Serves people right, shortsighted pursuers of fleeting fads and trumped up technical specifications. They've finally done it, super geniuses! Instant gratification (however baseless) and chronic economic myopia has come back around to bite them in the posterior.
So go ahead and drive that Honda, until it runs out of the high mileage fuel that you can't afford anymore. So, you will be able to drive it 3.4 miles farther under the current economic conditions. Had you bought a Ford or Chevy, you could drive thousands of miles farther because you'd still have a job, Einstein.
I'd rather push my Ford than drive a foreign car.
John Mark Miller