September 2, 2014

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Produce is coming on strong and should be plentiful

By Kay Brown
Kate’s Garden Gate
We certainly have had some nice days. In past years it rained a lot on Friday, and didn’t make market day very pleasant. This year it’s rained a lot but seemed to miss Friday.
Business is not what it used to be. There are not as many customers and some of the ones that used to come haven’t been back. We still have a good variety. It has been hard to have something to sell each week, because of the rain and cooler temps, but not many of the same vendors we used to have. Maybe that has made a difference. I don’t really know what the answer is.

 
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IRS is at it again

By Don Chipman
For the Star-Gazette
Once again the IRS, part of the Administration Branch of our government, finds itself embroiled in yet another controversy. This time it is over “lost” e-mails.
How is it just the e-mails from Ms. Lerner’s hard drive are missing? How is it six higher-ups who work in the IRS received the e-mails from Lerner have suddenly become “lost,” while other insensitive e-mails are still in folders or on hard drives?

 
Outpouring of help reaffirms faith in people

By Roy Roberts
Trivia Too
Our friends, Jim and Joi Weakley Walker, former Beardstown High School graduates, live in Channahon. They have three children, Kellen, Collin and Cassi.
Joy quit teaching to open a bakery, and she became a real professional at baking and decorating cakes, many hundreds of them. The real reason for the bakery was so it would be a place she could be close to her oldest son, Kellen.
Kellen, a cross country runner while in college, started having seizures. During the past 20 years they have made over a dozen trips to Mayo Clinic for surgeries. Each surgery helped a little and eventually Kellen married a charming lady, Michelle (we remember being at the wedding), and they have two beautiful children, Kennedy, 4 and Landon, 2.

 
Fact-finding mission leaves aliens bewildered

By Freida Marie Crump
Coonridge Digest
Greetings from the Ridge.
I’ll admit that this doesn’t happen often, but last week an alien spacecraft landed in the middle of the Coonridge Memorial Park. The tavern wasn’t open yet so there was no traffic to speak of and since I’d gotten most of my housework done I shuffled over to see if I could be of assistance. I’ve sat on plenty of church committees so I was used to deciphering strange tongues. Here’s the translation of our meeting as best I can recall:

 
A most curious little Illinois railroad

By Leigh Morris
Our Place in History
When electric interurban railway fever swept the country at the dawn of the 20th century it often would transform otherwise shrewd men into irrational and even giddy investors.
Such seems to have been the case with Charles V. Chandler of Macomb. A civil war hero, philanthropist, political leader and respected banker, Chandler was not the sort of man who would jump into a highly speculative venture. Then he caught interurban fever.
Chandler decided to build a 20-mile railroad from Macomb south through the small town of Industry to the settlement known as Littleton. Chartered on Oct. 26, 1901, the Macomb & Illinois Western Railway officially opened for business on Jan. 1, 1904.

 
Summer reading program is ‘Frolicking in the Forest’

By Susan Carson
Virginia Happenings
Don't forget that the Virginia Public Library's Summer Reading Program is underway. Each Wednesday afternoon from 2 to 3:30 p.m. they are hosting a good time full of reading, crafts, games, treats and prizes. The first week is June 18, "Frolicking in the Forest" and week 2, June 25 is Down on the Farm; Moo! Oink! Neigh! Let's Pin the Tail on the Donkey and have fun making sheep.

 
If I knew then what I know now...I’d be head of tourism

By Roy Roberts
Trivia Too
Beardstown, it is a great town, but if I knew then, what I know now, it would really be great. That is, if I had moved in with the settlers around 1830, or even a few years later. AND, like I say if I knew what I know now, I would be the chairman of the committee to save the beautiful Indian Mounds that were in Beardstown when it was founded by Thomas Beard.
If the mounds were there today, Beardstown would be one of the most popular tourist locations in the state, business would be good for everyone, it would be different.
The territory where Beardstown now stands was once the home of a mysterious and unknown race who left the mounds as the only evidence of their existence. A guess is that the mounds were built as much as 10,000 years ago by the first Indians who lived here. The largest mound was located about four blocks down West Main Street, it was a sepulchral mound, conical in form, eighty feet in height, (that is about the height of an eight story building) and about 500 feet in diameter at the base. It is thought that the mounds were built with clay brought from the bluffs at Bluffs Springs as it was similar to the soil in that location. Much different than sandy Beardstown. However, if it was thousands of years ago, and after many floods, it is possible that Beardstown wasn’t always the island as it was at times of floods during the 1700’s and 1800’s.

 
Highway crews put ruts on hillside; destroy flowers

By Kay Brown
The Garden Gate
It’s Monday morning, and the temp is already 81. I’m certainly not looking forward to this week of higher temps. I haven’t turned on the air yet, but this just might be the week.
I had company all weekend and did more cooking than I have for the past two weeks. For last Friday’s Farmer’s Market, I cut cabbages to sell, and only sold a few. I cooked a big slow cooker of cabbage, potatoes, carrots, and kielbasa for my company along with a pecan pie out of the freezer that was left over from the Friday before.
For Father’s Day, I made lasagna, salad and French bread. Everybody enjoyed the meal, except my daughter-in-law who is still not feeling well. Pray that she gets better soon...thanks!

 
Clean up the Potomac River and present-day predators would be extinct

By Frieda Mae Crump
Coonridge Digest
Greetings from the Ridge.
My knowledge of entomology is right up there with my grasp of brain surgery and ballet but I recently found myself in a conference at which our featured speaker was a well-known bug expert. Okay, I take that back. There are no well-known bug experts, but if the occupation ever gets scandalous or sexy then this guy will be featured on the front page of Time.
His topic for the day was a little rascal that has plagued various parts of the Midwest for the past three years, the Buffalo Gnat. In some places the buggy buggers are called Black Flies, Turkey Gnats or White Socks. The guy told us there are over 1,800 species of the irritating critters but gave no hint as to who counted them. Unfortunately only 11 species have gone extinct leaving the other 1,789 to crawl inside our ears while we’re mowing the yard. The male flies dine on nectar while the females crave the blood of mammals. In this case, mammal is spelled “Y-O-U.” If nothing else, it’s a setback for female equality.

 
A tribute to Kathleen, a good friend

By Kay Brown
The Garden Gate
This is a tribute to my friend; gone but not forgotten. I got to know Kathleen when we were both in the earlier theatre group. She was friendly, but not too talkative about her life. We both loved flowers and to garden, loved antiques, so could talk on that subject, and found out we shared the same birthday. I didn’t know for a long time she had a son, or a sister or a cousin.
She shared with me that her husband came from an Indian reservation before they were married, but not until just a few years ago when he got sick, did she tell me about his passion for jazz, how they had performed together in California, and my husband played with him several times along with his cohorts.

 
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