SOOT IN THE FLUES

Soot in the flues

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I could begin by elaborating on the beauties of nature and especially how pretty the snow is -- but I'm afraid to mention much about that white stuff right now -- I might be snowballed right out of the picture. To sit and think of the advantages and the beauty of it doesn't help much after having it around this long. In other words -- it's nice now and then (and not too much of it) but its s' now fun now when everyone is anxiously waiting the spring time, but why worry -- March 22nd is the first day of Spring so that takes care of that.

Isn't it something, though, how most of we folks are so eager for something, but then when we get it, it isn't too long until we're impatient with what we had longed for and already eagerly looking forward to something else. That's one thing I love about living where there are four seasons, for I love them all and you can always be looking forward to something. I don't think I'd appreciate living where the weather remains the same constantly. -- And for not going to talk about the weather, I did pretty good on the subject!

Want to send best wishes to John J. Holp of Route 1, Lewisbury, Ohio, who had been in a train wreck and suffered back injuries. We understand John is on the mend, which is something to be real happy about.

Had a nice letter from Frank Svanda, 2414 Geneva St., Racine, Wisconsin, and in it he tells of a sad experience, quote: 'Was going to write about two months ago but was in no condition to write anything fit to read after I found out what some young punks had done to my pet, a 27 year old Case tractor. I was foolish enough to leave it out on the farm for them to use. They filled it with water and then left it to freeze so that's the end of my pet, as I can't afford to pay somebody to keep a tractor for me that they can't use for keeping. Repairs are out of the question too, and I can't keep it here in town either. Sometimes I read in the ALBUM about preserving the old machinery for posterity here. There is not much chance of doing that. Most of the young and some of the older people have only one interest in things like that and that is to see how fast they can smash everything for scrap.'

This type of incident is sad to anyone who feels as most ALBUM readers do towards old machinery, but I'm convinced it's only a small percentage of folks who do feel destructive. With all the mail I get (and it is increasing steadily) there is an ever growing interest in this hobby.

Sad news from England tells us that J. H. Shackle of Millbrook House, Castle Cary, Somerset, has passed through the door to the great beyond. He had a fall and broke his hip bone and went into the hospital and on Jan. 28 died of coronary thrombosis. He was 84 years, and an avid subscriber of the ALBUM which his daughter tells us brought him much pleasure.

I get so many letters from folks who are bedfast or shut-ins -- I wish I could cheer them in some way for I'm sure they feel so lonely at times and wish they could be on the outside again. I found this poem which might add a thought -- called SHUT-IN by Sarah M. Dunham.

Shut in, God knoweth why,
That days and weeks and months pass
by 
And still shut in.

The busy rush of life goes on,
The new year comes, the old year's
gone
And still shut in.

Shut in, and there still comes a love
And peace and joy down from above
While thus shut in.

Flowers, fruits and books from friends
so true
And letters, papers bright and new,
For me, shut in.

Shut in, so may it be
Until the hour He'll say to me;
'It is enough! Go forth to serve
With all thy might.
In earthly ways or field of light,'
No more shut in.

Our best wishes to all the shut-ins and here's hoping it won't be too long until they, too, can go forth again--.

Might suggest to you folks, the new letter paper is real nice, containing five different makes of engines -- we're now working on another set of five more engines. The labels make it convenient for your letter writing -- they can also be used for many other purposes.

I think a lot of folks overlooked an item on the Jewelry ad (page 14). We have a small tie clasp that would be wonderful for a young child or growing boy -- it is the solid type tie clasp, made exactly as the larger one, but it is a child's size. Bear it in mind for Father's Day coming up -- lovely combination Father-Son gift!

And for a laugh (I hope) -- 'Is this a healthful town?' asked a stranger. --'It sure is,' replied the native, 'why, when I came here I couldn't utter a word, I had scarcely a hair on my head, I didn't have the strength to walk across the room, and I had to be lifted from bed.' -- 'Why, that's wonderful!' exclaimed the stranger, 'How long have you lived here?' -- 'I was born here, mister!'

And a tip -- I'm sure a lot of you women throw away the maraschino cherry juice after using all the cherries -- don't -- keep it and use in pie crust instead of water. It is delicious, especially in the crust of an apple pie.

And now I think I've rambled on enough and will sign off with a few choice sayings -- What your conscience says about you is more important than what your neighbors say about you. --If you have a good temper, keep it. If you have a bad temper, don't lose it! --   A smile is a gentle curved line which sets a lot of things straight. --One's true religion is the life he lives, not the creed he professes.

'Bye for now!