Saturday night is when the ole home town comes to life.
At least that’s the way it used to be. Some communities have even attempted to mimic those good old days with similar affairs, recalling times of seven decades and longer ago. Yet, as admirable as the efforts are, there is little similarity to what it was like when Saturday was truly the big day in farm towns.
“We are not busy.”
That’s a bad statement, and a terrible feeling, if one is in business and finds such to be the serious predicament. A customer said those words to us more than a year ago, and the comment stuck like a thorn and stayed with us. We’ve thought of it many times since.
Oh, where have all of our ole girl friends gone?
Alice, Bernice, Bertha, Bessie, Blanche, Edith, Effie, Ethel, Grace, Goldie, Helen, Ione, Laura, Lee, Lucia, Josie, Marie, Minnie, Shirley, Stella, Viola and a few others we can picture in our mind, but sorrowfully have forgotten their names. We miss them so.
Oh, how wasteful we are.
Even as conservative and as much of a tightwad we proudly proclaim to be, we sure are a spendthrift, when evaluated honestly. It’s not just in a couple of places, but nearly everything we do actually demands more efficiency and appreciativeness.
Death is just a breath away.
The finest line separates here and hereafter.
That was again brought to bear on a record-nice Saturday afternoon. One minute the most ideal cow, perfect in type, condition, age and ready to calve within days, was calmly devouring lush hay. Minutes later she was on her side in uncontrollable convulsions. Every imaginable lay maneuver was attempted, but she died almost
immediately.
Death is just a breath away.
The finest line separates here and hereafter.
That was again brought to bear on a record-nice Saturday afternoon. One minute the most ideal cow, perfect in type, condition, age and ready to calve within days, was calmly devouring lush hay. Minutes later she was on her side in uncontrollable convulsions. Every imaginable lay maneuver was attempted, but she died almost immediately.
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