SOOT IN THE FLUES


| May/June 1960



Soot in the flues

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.