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Grandaughter follows in great-grandfather’s steps
by Chris Cooper
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Meryl Wetton spends time taking care of Owen, one of the many children to come through the Havens.
Meryl Wetton spends time taking care of Owen, one of the many children to come through the Havens.
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Meryl Wetton stands in front of what she believes to be one of the original buildings her great-grandfather built during the beginning of the Namwianga Mission.
Meryl Wetton stands in front of what she believes to be one of the original buildings her great-grandfather built during the beginning of the Namwianga Mission.
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Pictured left to right is Meryl's great-grandfather William Leslie Brown, her grandmother Betty Brown Wetton and Betty's siblings.
Pictured left to right is Meryl's great-grandfather William Leslie Brown, her grandmother Betty Brown Wetton and Betty's siblings.
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Pictured is one of the churches visited by Wetton during her mission in Kaloma, Zambia.
Pictured is one of the churches visited by Wetton during her mission in Kaloma, Zambia.
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Nineteen year old Meryl Wetton, of Russellville, was able to experience something recently that has changed her life forever. She was not only able to visit a mission her great-grandfather started in Kaloma, Zambia, but was given an opportunity to help others, which lead her to a soul changing epiphany in her life, one she will carry with her the rest of her days.

“It’s crazy everything that I experienced while there. I took away so many things, but most of all how big God is, and how much He does,” said Wetton.

Meryl is a 2011 graduate of Logan County High School. She was an outstanding student there and it wasn’t shocking she continued on with her education at Harding University in Searcy, Ark., where her mother graduated. Meryl is the daughter of Mark and Beth Wetton.

In her first year at Harding, Meryl decided she wanted to study abroad, get a feel for what it was like for different cultures, and to try to help others as much as she could. It didn’t take much thought, if any, where she would go, as Meryl has deep roots in another part of the world already, one which she had her sights on going since she was small.

“After hearing all the stories growing up, there was one place I knew I wanted to go,” said Meryl, and that was Zambi in south Africa.

The Republic of Zambia, is a landlocked country in Southern Africa. The neighbouring countries are the Democratic Republic of the Congo to the north, Tanzania to the north-east, Malawi to the east, Mozambique, Zimbabwe, Botswana and Namibia to the south, and Angola to the west. The population is 13,817,479 (July 2012 est.)

Meryl’s great-grandfather William Leslie Brown started the Namwianga Mission in Kaloma, Zambia 84 years ago. He and his wife were both Americans, but decided to live most of their lives as missionaries in Africa trying to bring Jesus to those who did not know who He was. One of his daughters Betty (Meryl’s grandmother), has shared with her grandchildren many stories about what it was like growing up at the mission and in Africa, and it astonishes her that Meryl was able to go where she began.

“I think it’s so amazing that my granddaughter was able to go to the place where we were 85 years ago,” said Betty Wetton, who is now 85 years old. “She has such a beautiful heart this granddaughter of mine, and I love the desire she has for others.”

Betty’s spent eight years of her life at the Namwianga Mission and then moved with her parents to Zimbabwe to begin yet another mission. Betty lived most of her life in Africa, married and had children there. She moved to the United States in the 1980’s to Nebraska where one of her daughters lived.

The Namwianga Mission has grown considerably since its beginnings now involving medical care through a clinic, education by way of a college and orphan care through the Havens and Eric’s House.

It took Meryl several weeks to prepare for her three month trip to the mission, which began Aug. 22 through Nov. 27, 2012. She underwent classes through the college, had to endure lifestyle changes to prepare her for the culture change, and got her vaccinations to help prevent from the many diseases she could contract. While there Meryl was subject to Malaria and Tuberculosis.

She was among 28 students that lived, worshiped, and worked at the mission. She learned how to speak Tonga, took classes on mission work, helped vaccinate people at a measles clinic and was entrusted to take care of two children at the Havens while she was at the mission. She became very attached to “her” children as she referred.

The Havens is a home for displaced or orphaned children in the area near the mission. Since its start, there have been 430 children to come through. Some are raised for a period of time and then reintroduced to the families who could not take care of them, while others have no place to go and live at the home. A lot of the children that come to the Havens are sick and malnourished and have lost a parent or both. It is sad, said Meryl, but it is good there is some loving place for them to go.

Meryl’s “kids” were Owen, four months and Deacon, two months. When Meryl came to the mission, Owen was about to die, his sister had already died and they weren’t sure Owen would make it. It was soon found that Owen had tuberculosis, but Meryl nursed him and eventually he started to get better. The change in him from the time she came to the time she left is remarkable.

Meryl said she learned while there that the people were strong Christians because God was all they had. It is a different lifestyle there, she said.

Meryl says she has a stronger faith now. She realizes the importance of God and what he is doing in places like Africa.

“I grew spiritually from this experience more than ever. There is a difference in growing up in church, knowing about God and reading about Him, and then going somewhere where the people have to depend on Him,” said Meryl.

Another aspect Meryl took from her mission was that time is not the same for parts of the world. She said people would walk for miles to get to the mission. There are also none of the distractions there that Americans have, which allows your focus to be on God. When Meryl said she would go out and visit different churches it wasn’t about what you wore or about getting dressed up or about you, it was about God.

“It totally changes your outlook on life,” said Meryl, who has learned more in three months than most of us learn in a lifetime.

Meryl is studying to be a speech pathologist. She is minoring in missions and says she definitely wants to go back to Zambia again and maybe bring her specialty with her.

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IT’S FATHERS DAY! I am sure everyone is celebrating this special day. It is a wonderful thing to be a father. Of course, I don’t care who you talk to, “theirs is the best father in the world”! I don’t know why but Father’s Day really makes me sad. I must admit I was my father’s favorite and there are no words to express what I felt for him. Just like everyone else, I miss him. Big time!

Yes, he was just like any other Dad. He went to work every day and of course came home every night. We lived in the country and most of the Dad’s farmed for a living but we had a garden every year just for eating. My Dad did not like gardening at all. We didn’t have a fancy tractor to turn the garden, we had Old Jake! Jake had four legs and he was a stubborn old mule. But he was the pride and joy of my Dad’s Father. Yep, my Grand Father. I almost have too many Fathers in this story.

Every spring my Dad would go get old Jake and start to turn our garden but this particular day, Jake wasn’t in a good frame of mind. He just wouldn’t go forward and when he did he wouldn’t go straight. I could hear my Dad yelling at Jake all the way in the house. Of course I had to go out and look and just as I got to the garden spot my Dad slapped those reins against old Jakes hip and old Jake just slowly sank to his knees and then rolled over on his side and just laid there. His eyes slowly closed and I began to cry. I will never forget the look on my Dad’s face. First it was a temper look, then a frighten look and then it was a “oh my gosh what was he going to tell his father”. This was the only mule his father had. I thought my Dad had killed the old mule. I started crying even harder and my Dad got even madder and told me to go in the house right then. As I peeked out the window, I saw old Jake finally get up after my Dad patted him on the nose. I am sure he talked to him in a sweet voice, such as “please get up Jake”! Well, we did have a garden that year but the garden spot was not plowed that day. I guess old Jake got my Dad’s attention because he never shouted or slapped those reins again when Old Jake was at our house.

Isn’t it strange that when you look back at memories you always remember the good ones; even the funny ones. I remember I used to spend the night with our neighbors up the road. They didn’t have “baby sitters” then. I just loved it when my Mom and Dad went to the movies. I would go to the neighbors house and jump in their feather bed upstairs and sleep all night long with the feather ticking folding up around my ears. The next morning I would get up and tell Pa, “I beat you up”. He would say “no you didn’t, I didn’t feel a thing”! Isn’t it strange I did that every time I went there to spend the night and we never got tired of kidding each other? He was like my second Dad. Back in the old days, you had lots of Dads that cared for you. As I look back, I loved them all.

I remember the horrible piano lessons my Dad made me, my sister and brother take because he really wanted to play the piano. I told him I wanted to take ballet. He replied with “when you have your own money you can take any lessons you want”! To this day, I never took the time to try ballet lessons. I bet I would have been good at it. Of course a little silly, a forty year old woman taking ballet lessons.

I have walked down memory lane long enough. I have shed many tears this day but I am sure there are many of you who have done the same. Those are happy tears and wonderful memories. Are you making memories for your daughters or sons? Are we living so fast that we haven’t “stopped to smell the roses lately”? If this is you, then STOP the merry-go-round and pick up the phone and plan a family picnic or just something special with your son or daughter. I am sure they will enjoy it.

Now that I have put my “crying towel” away, this is the last week of the recipe contest. I have received eleven recipes and the Hubby has started cooking! The first two were out of this world. We are going to continue until we have cooked and sampled each one. I did receive a different kind of recipe from a gentleman that lives here on the lake. Since I am including memories in my column today, this will not come as a surprise to some but it may make a few ladies out there be glad they have an up to date machine to help them with their clothes washing. Here it is, hope you get a chuckle out of it.

Recipe for

Warshing” Clothes

Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water.

Set tubs so smoke won’t blow in eyes if wind is pert.

Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water.

Sort things, make 3 piles — 1 pile white, 1 pile colored,

1 pile work britches and rags.

To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth,

Then thin down with boiling water.

Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard, and boil, then rub colored don’t boil just wrench and starch.

Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle,

then wrench, and starch.

Hang old rags on fence.

Spread tea towels on grass.

Pore wrench water in flower bed.

.Scrub porch with hot soapy water.

Turn tubs upside down.

Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs.

Brew cup of tea, sit, rock a spell, and count yore blessings.

I must say my Mom had a Maytag washing machine with a wringer that would catch your hair in it if you weren’t watching. Also I had an arm go right up to the elbow before Mother noticed she needed to stop the thing! But Monday was always WASH DAY. Thank goodness those days are gone but not forgotten.

This is Tulip Green saying Bye Now!

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IT’S FATHERS DAY! I am sure everyone is celebrating this special day. It is a wonderful thing to be a father. Of course, I don’t care who you talk to, “theirs is the best father in the world”! I don’t know why but Father’s Day really makes me sad. I must admit I was my father’s favorite and there are no words to express what I felt for him. Just like everyone else, I miss him. Big time!

Yes, he was just like any other Dad. He went to work every day and of course came home every night. We lived in the country and most of the Dad’s farmed for a living but we had a garden every year just for eating. My Dad did not like gardening at all. We didn’t have a fancy tractor to turn the garden, we had Old Jake! Jake had four legs and he was a stubborn old mule. But he was the pride and joy of my Dad’s Father. Yep, my Grand Father. I almost have too many Fathers in this story.

Every spring my Dad would go get old Jake and start to turn our garden but this particular day, Jake wasn’t in a good frame of mind. He just wouldn’t go forward and when he did he wouldn’t go straight. I could hear my Dad yelling at Jake all the way in the house. Of course I had to go out and look and just as I got to the garden spot my Dad slapped those reins against old Jakes hip and old Jake just slowly sank to his knees and then rolled over on his side and just laid there. His eyes slowly closed and I began to cry. I will never forget the look on my Dad’s face. First it was a temper look, then a frighten look and then it was a “oh my gosh what was he going to tell his father”. This was the only mule his father had. I thought my Dad had killed the old mule. I started crying even harder and my Dad got even madder and told me to go in the house right then. As I peeked out the window, I saw old Jake finally get up after my Dad patted him on the nose. I am sure he talked to him in a sweet voice, such as “please get up Jake”! Well, we did have a garden that year but the garden spot was not plowed that day. I guess old Jake got my Dad’s attention because he never shouted or slapped those reins again when Old Jake was at our house.

Isn’t it strange that when you look back at memories you always remember the good ones; even the funny ones. I remember I used to spend the night with our neighbors up the road. They didn’t have “baby sitters” then. I just loved it when my Mom and Dad went to the movies. I would go to the neighbors house and jump in their feather bed upstairs and sleep all night long with the feather ticking folding up around my ears. The next morning I would get up and tell Pa, “I beat you up”. He would say “no you didn’t, I didn’t feel a thing”! Isn’t it strange I did that every time I went there to spend the night and we never got tired of kidding each other? He was like my second Dad. Back in the old days, you had lots of Dads that cared for you. As I look back, I loved them all.

I remember the horrible piano lessons my Dad made me, my sister and brother take because he really wanted to play the piano. I told him I wanted to take ballet. He replied with “when you have your own money you can take any lessons you want”! To this day, I never took the time to try ballet lessons. I bet I would have been good at it. Of course a little silly, a forty year old woman taking ballet lessons.

I have walked down memory lane long enough. I have shed many tears this day but I am sure there are many of you who have done the same. Those are happy tears and wonderful memories. Are you making memories for your daughters or sons? Are we living so fast that we haven’t “stopped to smell the roses lately”? If this is you, then STOP the merry-go-round and pick up the phone and plan a family picnic or just something special with your son or daughter. I am sure they will enjoy it.

Now that I have put my “crying towel” away, this is the last week of the recipe contest. I have received eleven recipes and the Hubby has started cooking! The first two were out of this world. We are going to continue until we have cooked and sampled each one. I did receive a different kind of recipe from a gentleman that lives here on the lake. Since I am including memories in my column today, this will not come as a surprise to some but it may make a few ladies out there be glad they have an up to date machine to help them with their clothes washing. Here it is, hope you get a chuckle out of it.

Recipe for

Warshing” Clothes

Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water.

Set tubs so smoke won’t blow in eyes if wind is pert.

Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water.

Sort things, make 3 piles — 1 pile white, 1 pile colored,

1 pile work britches and rags.

To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth,

Then thin down with boiling water.

Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard, and boil, then rub colored don’t boil just wrench and starch.

Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle,

then wrench, and starch.

Hang old rags on fence.

Spread tea towels on grass.

Pore wrench water in flower bed.

.Scrub porch with hot soapy water.

Turn tubs upside down.

Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs.

Brew cup of tea, sit, rock a spell, and count yore blessings.

I must say my Mom had a Maytag washing machine with a wringer that would catch your hair in it if you weren’t watching. Also I had an arm go right up to the elbow before Mother noticed she needed to stop the thing! But Monday was always WASH DAY. Thank goodness those days are gone but not forgotten.

This is Tulip Green saying Bye Now!

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IT’S FATHERS DAY! I am sure everyone is celebrating this special day. It is a wonderful thing to be a father. Of course, I don’t care who you talk to, “theirs is the best father in the world”! I don’t know why but Father’s Day really makes me sad. I must admit I was my father’s favorite and there are no words to express what I felt for him. Just like everyone else, I miss him. Big time!

Yes, he was just like any other Dad. He went to work every day and of course came home every night. We lived in the country and most of the Dad’s farmed for a living but we had a garden every year just for eating. My Dad did not like gardening at all. We didn’t have a fancy tractor to turn the garden, we had Old Jake! Jake had four legs and he was a stubborn old mule. But he was the pride and joy of my Dad’s Father. Yep, my Grand Father. I almost have too many Fathers in this story.

Every spring my Dad would go get old Jake and start to turn our garden but this particular day, Jake wasn’t in a good frame of mind. He just wouldn’t go forward and when he did he wouldn’t go straight. I could hear my Dad yelling at Jake all the way in the house. Of course I had to go out and look and just as I got to the garden spot my Dad slapped those reins against old Jakes hip and old Jake just slowly sank to his knees and then rolled over on his side and just laid there. His eyes slowly closed and I began to cry. I will never forget the look on my Dad’s face. First it was a temper look, then a frighten look and then it was a “oh my gosh what was he going to tell his father”. This was the only mule his father had. I thought my Dad had killed the old mule. I started crying even harder and my Dad got even madder and told me to go in the house right then. As I peeked out the window, I saw old Jake finally get up after my Dad patted him on the nose. I am sure he talked to him in a sweet voice, such as “please get up Jake”! Well, we did have a garden that year but the garden spot was not plowed that day. I guess old Jake got my Dad’s attention because he never shouted or slapped those reins again when Old Jake was at our house.

Isn’t it strange that when you look back at memories you always remember the good ones; even the funny ones. I remember I used to spend the night with our neighbors up the road. They didn’t have “baby sitters” then. I just loved it when my Mom and Dad went to the movies. I would go to the neighbors house and jump in their feather bed upstairs and sleep all night long with the feather ticking folding up around my ears. The next morning I would get up and tell Pa, “I beat you up”. He would say “no you didn’t, I didn’t feel a thing”! Isn’t it strange I did that every time I went there to spend the night and we never got tired of kidding each other? He was like my second Dad. Back in the old days, you had lots of Dads that cared for you. As I look back, I loved them all.

I remember the horrible piano lessons my Dad made me, my sister and brother take because he really wanted to play the piano. I told him I wanted to take ballet. He replied with “when you have your own money you can take any lessons you want”! To this day, I never took the time to try ballet lessons. I bet I would have been good at it. Of course a little silly, a forty year old woman taking ballet lessons.

I have walked down memory lane long enough. I have shed many tears this day but I am sure there are many of you who have done the same. Those are happy tears and wonderful memories. Are you making memories for your daughters or sons? Are we living so fast that we haven’t “stopped to smell the roses lately”? If this is you, then STOP the merry-go-round and pick up the phone and plan a family picnic or just something special with your son or daughter. I am sure they will enjoy it.

Now that I have put my “crying towel” away, this is the last week of the recipe contest. I have received eleven recipes and the Hubby has started cooking! The first two were out of this world. We are going to continue until we have cooked and sampled each one. I did receive a different kind of recipe from a gentleman that lives here on the lake. Since I am including memories in my column today, this will not come as a surprise to some but it may make a few ladies out there be glad they have an up to date machine to help them with their clothes washing. Here it is, hope you get a chuckle out of it.

Recipe for

Warshing” Clothes

Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water.

Set tubs so smoke won’t blow in eyes if wind is pert.

Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water.

Sort things, make 3 piles — 1 pile white, 1 pile colored,

1 pile work britches and rags.

To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth,

Then thin down with boiling water.

Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard, and boil, then rub colored don’t boil just wrench and starch.

Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle,

then wrench, and starch.

Hang old rags on fence.

Spread tea towels on grass.

Pore wrench water in flower bed.

.Scrub porch with hot soapy water.

Turn tubs upside down.

Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs.

Brew cup of tea, sit, rock a spell, and count yore blessings.

I must say my Mom had a Maytag washing machine with a wringer that would catch your hair in it if you weren’t watching. Also I had an arm go right up to the elbow before Mother noticed she needed to stop the thing! But Monday was always WASH DAY. Thank goodness those days are gone but not forgotten.

This is Tulip Green saying Bye Now!

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IT’S FATHERS DAY! I am sure everyone is celebrating this special day. It is a wonderful thing to be a father. Of course, I don’t care who you talk to, “theirs is the best father in the world”! I don’t know why but Father’s Day really makes me sad. I must admit I was my father’s favorite and there are no words to express what I felt for him. Just like everyone else, I miss him. Big time!

Yes, he was just like any other Dad. He went to work every day and of course came home every night. We lived in the country and most of the Dad’s farmed for a living but we had a garden every year just for eating. My Dad did not like gardening at all. We didn’t have a fancy tractor to turn the garden, we had Old Jake! Jake had four legs and he was a stubborn old mule. But he was the pride and joy of my Dad’s Father. Yep, my Grand Father. I almost have too many Fathers in this story.

Every spring my Dad would go get old Jake and start to turn our garden but this particular day, Jake wasn’t in a good frame of mind. He just wouldn’t go forward and when he did he wouldn’t go straight. I could hear my Dad yelling at Jake all the way in the house. Of course I had to go out and look and just as I got to the garden spot my Dad slapped those reins against old Jakes hip and old Jake just slowly sank to his knees and then rolled over on his side and just laid there. His eyes slowly closed and I began to cry. I will never forget the look on my Dad’s face. First it was a temper look, then a frighten look and then it was a “oh my gosh what was he going to tell his father”. This was the only mule his father had. I thought my Dad had killed the old mule. I started crying even harder and my Dad got even madder and told me to go in the house right then. As I peeked out the window, I saw old Jake finally get up after my Dad patted him on the nose. I am sure he talked to him in a sweet voice, such as “please get up Jake”! Well, we did have a garden that year but the garden spot was not plowed that day. I guess old Jake got my Dad’s attention because he never shouted or slapped those reins again when Old Jake was at our house.

Isn’t it strange that when you look back at memories you always remember the good ones; even the funny ones. I remember I used to spend the night with our neighbors up the road. They didn’t have “baby sitters” then. I just loved it when my Mom and Dad went to the movies. I would go to the neighbors house and jump in their feather bed upstairs and sleep all night long with the feather ticking folding up around my ears. The next morning I would get up and tell Pa, “I beat you up”. He would say “no you didn’t, I didn’t feel a thing”! Isn’t it strange I did that every time I went there to spend the night and we never got tired of kidding each other? He was like my second Dad. Back in the old days, you had lots of Dads that cared for you. As I look back, I loved them all.

I remember the horrible piano lessons my Dad made me, my sister and brother take because he really wanted to play the piano. I told him I wanted to take ballet. He replied with “when you have your own money you can take any lessons you want”! To this day, I never took the time to try ballet lessons. I bet I would have been good at it. Of course a little silly, a forty year old woman taking ballet lessons.

I have walked down memory lane long enough. I have shed many tears this day but I am sure there are many of you who have done the same. Those are happy tears and wonderful memories. Are you making memories for your daughters or sons? Are we living so fast that we haven’t “stopped to smell the roses lately”? If this is you, then STOP the merry-go-round and pick up the phone and plan a family picnic or just something special with your son or daughter. I am sure they will enjoy it.

Now that I have put my “crying towel” away, this is the last week of the recipe contest. I have received eleven recipes and the Hubby has started cooking! The first two were out of this world. We are going to continue until we have cooked and sampled each one. I did receive a different kind of recipe from a gentleman that lives here on the lake. Since I am including memories in my column today, this will not come as a surprise to some but it may make a few ladies out there be glad they have an up to date machine to help them with their clothes washing. Here it is, hope you get a chuckle out of it.

Recipe for

Warshing” Clothes

Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water.

Set tubs so smoke won’t blow in eyes if wind is pert.

Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water.

Sort things, make 3 piles — 1 pile white, 1 pile colored,

1 pile work britches and rags.

To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth,

Then thin down with boiling water.

Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard, and boil, then rub colored don’t boil just wrench and starch.

Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle,

then wrench, and starch.

Hang old rags on fence.

Spread tea towels on grass.

Pore wrench water in flower bed.

.Scrub porch with hot soapy water.

Turn tubs upside down.

Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs.

Brew cup of tea, sit, rock a spell, and count yore blessings.

I must say my Mom had a Maytag washing machine with a wringer that would catch your hair in it if you weren’t watching. Also I had an arm go right up to the elbow before Mother noticed she needed to stop the thing! But Monday was always WASH DAY. Thank goodness those days are gone but not forgotten.

This is Tulip Green saying Bye Now!

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IT’S FATHERS DAY! I am sure everyone is celebrating this special day. It is a wonderful thing to be a father. Of course, I don’t care who you talk to, “theirs is the best father in the world”! I don’t know why but Father’s Day really makes me sad. I must admit I was my father’s favorite and there are no words to express what I felt for him. Just like everyone else, I miss him. Big time!

Yes, he was just like any other Dad. He went to work every day and of course came home every night. We lived in the country and most of the Dad’s farmed for a living but we had a garden every year just for eating. My Dad did not like gardening at all. We didn’t have a fancy tractor to turn the garden, we had Old Jake! Jake had four legs and he was a stubborn old mule. But he was the pride and joy of my Dad’s Father. Yep, my Grand Father. I almost have too many Fathers in this story.

Every spring my Dad would go get old Jake and start to turn our garden but this particular day, Jake wasn’t in a good frame of mind. He just wouldn’t go forward and when he did he wouldn’t go straight. I could hear my Dad yelling at Jake all the way in the house. Of course I had to go out and look and just as I got to the garden spot my Dad slapped those reins against old Jakes hip and old Jake just slowly sank to his knees and then rolled over on his side and just laid there. His eyes slowly closed and I began to cry. I will never forget the look on my Dad’s face. First it was a temper look, then a frighten look and then it was a “oh my gosh what was he going to tell his father”. This was the only mule his father had. I thought my Dad had killed the old mule. I started crying even harder and my Dad got even madder and told me to go in the house right then. As I peeked out the window, I saw old Jake finally get up after my Dad patted him on the nose. I am sure he talked to him in a sweet voice, such as “please get up Jake”! Well, we did have a garden that year but the garden spot was not plowed that day. I guess old Jake got my Dad’s attention because he never shouted or slapped those reins again when Old Jake was at our house.

Isn’t it strange that when you look back at memories you always remember the good ones; even the funny ones. I remember I used to spend the night with our neighbors up the road. They didn’t have “baby sitters” then. I just loved it when my Mom and Dad went to the movies. I would go to the neighbors house and jump in their feather bed upstairs and sleep all night long with the feather ticking folding up around my ears. The next morning I would get up and tell Pa, “I beat you up”. He would say “no you didn’t, I didn’t feel a thing”! Isn’t it strange I did that every time I went there to spend the night and we never got tired of kidding each other? He was like my second Dad. Back in the old days, you had lots of Dads that cared for you. As I look back, I loved them all.

I remember the horrible piano lessons my Dad made me, my sister and brother take because he really wanted to play the piano. I told him I wanted to take ballet. He replied with “when you have your own money you can take any lessons you want”! To this day, I never took the time to try ballet lessons. I bet I would have been good at it. Of course a little silly, a forty year old woman taking ballet lessons.

I have walked down memory lane long enough. I have shed many tears this day but I am sure there are many of you who have done the same. Those are happy tears and wonderful memories. Are you making memories for your daughters or sons? Are we living so fast that we haven’t “stopped to smell the roses lately”? If this is you, then STOP the merry-go-round and pick up the phone and plan a family picnic or just something special with your son or daughter. I am sure they will enjoy it.

Now that I have put my “crying towel” away, this is the last week of the recipe contest. I have received eleven recipes and the Hubby has started cooking! The first two were out of this world. We are going to continue until we have cooked and sampled each one. I did receive a different kind of recipe from a gentleman that lives here on the lake. Since I am including memories in my column today, this will not come as a surprise to some but it may make a few ladies out there be glad they have an up to date machine to help them with their clothes washing. Here it is, hope you get a chuckle out of it.

Recipe for

Warshing” Clothes

Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water.

Set tubs so smoke won’t blow in eyes if wind is pert.

Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water.

Sort things, make 3 piles — 1 pile white, 1 pile colored,

1 pile work britches and rags.

To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth,

Then thin down with boiling water.

Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard, and boil, then rub colored don’t boil just wrench and starch.

Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle,

then wrench, and starch.

Hang old rags on fence.

Spread tea towels on grass.

Pore wrench water in flower bed.

.Scrub porch with hot soapy water.

Turn tubs upside down.

Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs.

Brew cup of tea, sit, rock a spell, and count yore blessings.

I must say my Mom had a Maytag washing machine with a wringer that would catch your hair in it if you weren’t watching. Also I had an arm go right up to the elbow before Mother noticed she needed to stop the thing! But Monday was always WASH DAY. Thank goodness those days are gone but not forgotten.

This is Tulip Green saying Bye Now!

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IT’S FATHERS DAY! I am sure everyone is celebrating this special day. It is a wonderful thing to be a father. Of course, I don’t care who you talk to, “theirs is the best father in the world”! I don’t know why but Father’s Day really makes me sad. I must admit I was my father’s favorite and there are no words to express what I felt for him. Just like everyone else, I miss him. Big time!

Yes, he was just like any other Dad. He went to work every day and of course came home every night. We lived in the country and most of the Dad’s farmed for a living but we had a garden every year just for eating. My Dad did not like gardening at all. We didn’t have a fancy tractor to turn the garden, we had Old Jake! Jake had four legs and he was a stubborn old mule. But he was the pride and joy of my Dad’s Father. Yep, my Grand Father. I almost have too many Fathers in this story.

Every spring my Dad would go get old Jake and start to turn our garden but this particular day, Jake wasn’t in a good frame of mind. He just wouldn’t go forward and when he did he wouldn’t go straight. I could hear my Dad yelling at Jake all the way in the house. Of course I had to go out and look and just as I got to the garden spot my Dad slapped those reins against old Jakes hip and old Jake just slowly sank to his knees and then rolled over on his side and just laid there. His eyes slowly closed and I began to cry. I will never forget the look on my Dad’s face. First it was a temper look, then a frighten look and then it was a “oh my gosh what was he going to tell his father”. This was the only mule his father had. I thought my Dad had killed the old mule. I started crying even harder and my Dad got even madder and told me to go in the house right then. As I peeked out the window, I saw old Jake finally get up after my Dad patted him on the nose. I am sure he talked to him in a sweet voice, such as “please get up Jake”! Well, we did have a garden that year but the garden spot was not plowed that day. I guess old Jake got my Dad’s attention because he never shouted or slapped those reins again when Old Jake was at our house.

Isn’t it strange that when you look back at memories you always remember the good ones; even the funny ones. I remember I used to spend the night with our neighbors up the road. They didn’t have “baby sitters” then. I just loved it when my Mom and Dad went to the movies. I would go to the neighbors house and jump in their feather bed upstairs and sleep all night long with the feather ticking folding up around my ears. The next morning I would get up and tell Pa, “I beat you up”. He would say “no you didn’t, I didn’t feel a thing”! Isn’t it strange I did that every time I went there to spend the night and we never got tired of kidding each other? He was like my second Dad. Back in the old days, you had lots of Dads that cared for you. As I look back, I loved them all.

I remember the horrible piano lessons my Dad made me, my sister and brother take because he really wanted to play the piano. I told him I wanted to take ballet. He replied with “when you have your own money you can take any lessons you want”! To this day, I never took the time to try ballet lessons. I bet I would have been good at it. Of course a little silly, a forty year old woman taking ballet lessons.

I have walked down memory lane long enough. I have shed many tears this day but I am sure there are many of you who have done the same. Those are happy tears and wonderful memories. Are you making memories for your daughters or sons? Are we living so fast that we haven’t “stopped to smell the roses lately”? If this is you, then STOP the merry-go-round and pick up the phone and plan a family picnic or just something special with your son or daughter. I am sure they will enjoy it.

Now that I have put my “crying towel” away, this is the last week of the recipe contest. I have received eleven recipes and the Hubby has started cooking! The first two were out of this world. We are going to continue until we have cooked and sampled each one. I did receive a different kind of recipe from a gentleman that lives here on the lake. Since I am including memories in my column today, this will not come as a surprise to some but it may make a few ladies out there be glad they have an up to date machine to help them with their clothes washing. Here it is, hope you get a chuckle out of it.

Recipe for

Warshing” Clothes

Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water.

Set tubs so smoke won’t blow in eyes if wind is pert.

Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water.

Sort things, make 3 piles — 1 pile white, 1 pile colored,

1 pile work britches and rags.

To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth,

Then thin down with boiling water.

Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard, and boil, then rub colored don’t boil just wrench and starch.

Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle,

then wrench, and starch.

Hang old rags on fence.

Spread tea towels on grass.

Pore wrench water in flower bed.

.Scrub porch with hot soapy water.

Turn tubs upside down.

Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs.

Brew cup of tea, sit, rock a spell, and count yore blessings.

I must say my Mom had a Maytag washing machine with a wringer that would catch your hair in it if you weren’t watching. Also I had an arm go right up to the elbow before Mother noticed she needed to stop the thing! But Monday was always WASH DAY. Thank goodness those days are gone but not forgotten.

This is Tulip Green saying Bye Now!

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IT’S FATHERS DAY! I am sure everyone is celebrating this special day. It is a wonderful thing to be a father. Of course, I don’t care who you talk to, “theirs is the best father in the world”! I don’t know why but Father’s Day really makes me sad. I must admit I was my father’s favorite and there are no words to express what I felt for him. Just like everyone else, I miss him. Big time!

Yes, he was just like any other Dad. He went to work every day and of course came home every night. We lived in the country and most of the Dad’s farmed for a living but we had a garden every year just for eating. My Dad did not like gardening at all. We didn’t have a fancy tractor to turn the garden, we had Old Jake! Jake had four legs and he was a stubborn old mule. But he was the pride and joy of my Dad’s Father. Yep, my Grand Father. I almost have too many Fathers in this story.

Every spring my Dad would go get old Jake and start to turn our garden but this particular day, Jake wasn’t in a good frame of mind. He just wouldn’t go forward and when he did he wouldn’t go straight. I could hear my Dad yelling at Jake all the way in the house. Of course I had to go out and look and just as I got to the garden spot my Dad slapped those reins against old Jakes hip and old Jake just slowly sank to his knees and then rolled over on his side and just laid there. His eyes slowly closed and I began to cry. I will never forget the look on my Dad’s face. First it was a temper look, then a frighten look and then it was a “oh my gosh what was he going to tell his father”. This was the only mule his father had. I thought my Dad had killed the old mule. I started crying even harder and my Dad got even madder and told me to go in the house right then. As I peeked out the window, I saw old Jake finally get up after my Dad patted him on the nose. I am sure he talked to him in a sweet voice, such as “please get up Jake”! Well, we did have a garden that year but the garden spot was not plowed that day. I guess old Jake got my Dad’s attention because he never shouted or slapped those reins again when Old Jake was at our house.

Isn’t it strange that when you look back at memories you always remember the good ones; even the funny ones. I remember I used to spend the night with our neighbors up the road. They didn’t have “baby sitters” then. I just loved it when my Mom and Dad went to the movies. I would go to the neighbors house and jump in their feather bed upstairs and sleep all night long with the feather ticking folding up around my ears. The next morning I would get up and tell Pa, “I beat you up”. He would say “no you didn’t, I didn’t feel a thing”! Isn’t it strange I did that every time I went there to spend the night and we never got tired of kidding each other? He was like my second Dad. Back in the old days, you had lots of Dads that cared for you. As I look back, I loved them all.

I remember the horrible piano lessons my Dad made me, my sister and brother take because he really wanted to play the piano. I told him I wanted to take ballet. He replied with “when you have your own money you can take any lessons you want”! To this day, I never took the time to try ballet lessons. I bet I would have been good at it. Of course a little silly, a forty year old woman taking ballet lessons.

I have walked down memory lane long enough. I have shed many tears this day but I am sure there are many of you who have done the same. Those are happy tears and wonderful memories. Are you making memories for your daughters or sons? Are we living so fast that we haven’t “stopped to smell the roses lately”? If this is you, then STOP the merry-go-round and pick up the phone and plan a family picnic or just something special with your son or daughter. I am sure they will enjoy it.

Now that I have put my “crying towel” away, this is the last week of the recipe contest. I have received eleven recipes and the Hubby has started cooking! The first two were out of this world. We are going to continue until we have cooked and sampled each one. I did receive a different kind of recipe from a gentleman that lives here on the lake. Since I am including memories in my column today, this will not come as a surprise to some but it may make a few ladies out there be glad they have an up to date machine to help them with their clothes washing. Here it is, hope you get a chuckle out of it.

Recipe for

Warshing” Clothes

Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water.

Set tubs so smoke won’t blow in eyes if wind is pert.

Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water.

Sort things, make 3 piles — 1 pile white, 1 pile colored,

1 pile work britches and rags.

To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth,

Then thin down with boiling water.

Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard, and boil, then rub colored don’t boil just wrench and starch.

Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle,

then wrench, and starch.

Hang old rags on fence.

Spread tea towels on grass.

Pore wrench water in flower bed.

.Scrub porch with hot soapy water.

Turn tubs upside down.

Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs.

Brew cup of tea, sit, rock a spell, and count yore blessings.

I must say my Mom had a Maytag washing machine with a wringer that would catch your hair in it if you weren’t watching. Also I had an arm go right up to the elbow before Mother noticed she needed to stop the thing! But Monday was always WASH DAY. Thank goodness those days are gone but not forgotten.

This is Tulip Green saying Bye Now!

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