Farm Collector


I don’t know about you Folks, but right here it is COLD! I
suppose this is the time the folks in the sunny South chuckle at
all of we people who claim to love the four seasons-well, probably
some would change their minds about now, but not me-I’ll still
take the good old Pennsylvania area for weather, beauty and etc.
I’ll admit though, I surely would enjoy a visit to the sunny
South–well, who knows, maybe sometime.

I realize this is the Mar-Apr issue, but we are still picking up
pine needles and trying to get rid of the last bits of cookies and
Xmas candies.

Hope you had as nice a Christmas as we enjoyed. No. 1 son was
home with us for two weeks and it was wonderful just to all be here
together. Even Dad’s luck held out and he made it home late
Christmas Eve-from working on the railroad. (After all, he
wouldn’t want to miss all the excitement and shrieks of delight
from the younger set). It’s really a mad house until all
presents are opened. Then of course it takes quit a while until we
figure how to unpack the Cuckoo Clock, which was a gift to our
five-year old Keli (she has been fascinated for a long time with
them and was delighted when she opened it-a gift from Grandma and
Pappy). We had no clock here in the dining-room, or office, or
playroom or etc. (that’s all the same room) so now the Cuckoo
graces our wall. I never cared much for them, but I guess
they’re all right. I still feel insulted sometimes when he
comes out with that COO COO.

Then Donald, the seven year old had among his toys a Johnny Reb
Cannon. It’s not harmful, but I had a fiendish thought (it
would be lots of fun to un trim the tree with an item such as
that-(and we wonder where our children get such impulses. I
restrained myself though and had Father take down the tree in the
proper manner.

Thirteen year old Dana, was more concerned with clothes and one
of the absolute necessities of this modern age, a hair-dryer. I
know, you are probably thinking-now-back when I was a you gun’
– never heard of such things-but time marches on and we want to be
in the parade of progress

Eighteen year old Eddie, was also interested in clothing
(particularly warm ones-it’s colder

at East Stroudsburg, than it is here.) He was very happy to
receive a Hot-Pot (a pitcher-type pan or pot that heats water for
tea, in just a few minutes-can be used for milk, soup, or etc.).
It’s quite a handy gadget and I’m sure will be used nightly
for that ‘ break’ in studies, just as so many of us take a

Now, it’s very hard for me to get this column finished each
time, for I don’t consider myself a writer, and I’m not too
good on ‘steam talk’, so I hope I haven’t bored you too
much with family chatter.

The state Farm Show is being held this week in Harrisburg, and
I’m sure lots of you people would like to take it in, if you
could. It is common knowledge in these parts that Farm Show week is
always the worst week for ice and snow and bad driving
conditions-but this year proved differently – it’s just

And I’ll close now with this little poem, entitled, IF YOU
REFUSED – What would happen if each drop – Of rain refused to fall,
– Or every sunbeam ceased to shine- Because it was so small? What
would happen if each day- We chose to leave undone- An act of
kindness, just because- It was a little one??

CARL E. GIBSON. Carl E. Gibson of Moumee, Ohio died Oct. 5,
1961. He was born in Edwardsport, Maryland. He was 69. He lived in
Holland 12 years, worked for Standard Oil Co. as a plumber for 28
years. Mr. Gibson was active in the National Threshers and loved to
attend the Reunions.

In his youth he ran Advance engines in Indiana. He helped obtain
portable steam engine (the last one) from Standard Oil for the NTA

  • Published on Mar 1, 1962
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