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COUNTRY ECHOES


| May/June 1972



Threshing oats

Dewey L. Erwin

BRANDON WISCONSIN R.R-2 ZIP-53913

History records that back in the first century there lived a Roman named Marcus Fabius Quintilianus. His wisdom comes on down to us under the name of Quintilian. Two books, which he brought forth during his lifetime, contain the best of Roman thought. His writings are filled with practical good sense. They are sympathetic writings with a personal quality, and they bring us insight into human behavior. Quintilian wanted to accomplish growth both of character and intellect. This man had something to say about hands. I quote.

At the December 5, 1971 meeting of the Tuscarawas Valley Pioneer Power Assn., Inc. it was announced that a Show held in August 13, 14 and 15th, 1971 was very successful and plans are under way for next years show. Officers were elected as follows: President, Chas. Harrison from Scio; Francis Young from East Sparta as Vice-president; Bob Scheetz as Secretary-Treasurer from Massilion; Dale Prysi of New Phil, as Assistant Secretary-Treasurer and the Trustees are Jim Sloan and Verle Baker from Dover and Whitey Beechy from Sugarcreek. Pictured above is Chas. Harrison on the left, the new President and Walter Luke on the right, the past President. Taken at the Dover Ohio Fair Grounds. Courtesy of Mrs. R. E. Brown, Magazine Chairman, Tuscarawas Valley Pioneer Power Assn. Inc., 426 Marian Street, Dover, Ohio 44622.

'Other parts of the body assist the speaker but the hands speak them selves. By them we ask, promise, invoke, dismiss, threaten, entreat, deprecate. By them we express fear, joy, grief, our doubts, assent, or penitence; we show moderation or profusion, and mark number and time.' Unquote.

Have you ever had the experience of clasping a human hand only to have it go completely limp within your own. It is more shocking than encountering cold, slippery dish water.

During the nineteenth century a woman editor of the Ladie's Home Companion had this to say. 'I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.' I agree with the lady. She was Frances Sargent Osgood.