The Shawnee National Forest is hosting a Helicopter Crew Member class this week. I have been through it before, and attended today for the Long Line Refresher portion of the class. Quite a few forestry students from SIU-Carbondale are taking the class. This is a great opportunity for students who want to work fire details out west. The pay is much better than for grunt firefighters, and the extra training makes them more valuable come job - hunting time.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Refresher
The Shawnee National Forest is hosting a Helicopter Crew Member class this week. I have been through it before, and attended today for the Long Line Refresher portion of the class. Quite a few forestry students from SIU-Carbondale are taking the class. This is a great opportunity for students who want to work fire details out west. The pay is much better than for grunt firefighters, and the extra training makes them more valuable come job - hunting time.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Spring Is Getting Closer
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Poets'Corner
Toilet Seats
While I am emulating Keats
My brother fabrics toilet seats,
The which, they say, are works of art,
Aesthetic features of the mart;
So exquisitely are they made
With plastic of a pastel shade,
Of topaz, ivory or rose,
Inviting to serene repose.
Rajahs I'm told have seats of gold,--
(They must, I fear, be very cold).
But Tom's have thermostatic heat,
With sympathy your grace to greet.
Like silver they are neon lit,
Making a halo as you sit:
Then lo! they play with dulcet tone
A melody by Mendelssohn.
Oh were I lyrical as Yeats
I would not sing of toilet seats,
But rather serenade a star,--
Yet I must take things as they are.
For even kings must coyly own
Them as essential as a throne:
So as I tug the Muse's teats
I envy Tom his toilet seats.
From: Rhymes For My Rags by Robert W Service 1956
While I am emulating Keats
My brother fabrics toilet seats,
The which, they say, are works of art,
Aesthetic features of the mart;
So exquisitely are they made
With plastic of a pastel shade,
Of topaz, ivory or rose,
Inviting to serene repose.
Rajahs I'm told have seats of gold,--
(They must, I fear, be very cold).
But Tom's have thermostatic heat,
With sympathy your grace to greet.
Like silver they are neon lit,
Making a halo as you sit:
Then lo! they play with dulcet tone
A melody by Mendelssohn.
Oh were I lyrical as Yeats
I would not sing of toilet seats,
But rather serenade a star,--
Yet I must take things as they are.
For even kings must coyly own
Them as essential as a throne:
So as I tug the Muse's teats
I envy Tom his toilet seats.
From: Rhymes For My Rags by Robert W Service 1956
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Weekend Steam


Here are a couple of snapshots from an old family album which were taken in 1952. The location is Mt. Pleasant, Iowa at the Midwest Old Settlers and Threshers reunion. The engine is a Russell and it is operating a Prony brake. The gentleman in the hat next to the brake is Milo Matthews, one of the founders of Old Threshers. I was fortunate to become acquainted with Milo when I began attending Old Threshers regularly in the mid 1960's.
Labels:
Cultural Resources,
gadgets,
Steam
Friday, March 7, 2008
Crankin' It Up
This Friday night's selection is a comedy song performed by Billy Murray. Mr. Murray began his entertainment career in 1893, was in minstrel and vaudeville shows, and recorded songs into the 1940's. His voice was a perfect match for the acoustic recording media, and on this record you will note that you can understand every word easily.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Hinges Again
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Good Old Days
History has many references to poisonings of both good and bad people. Wives in America did not always have divorce as a resource to escape a bad marriage, and numerous nasty husbands conveniently croaked in the not too distant past. You have probably been asking yourself, " How could a woman obtain arsenic to get rid of the bum, without casting suspicion onto herself?"
Here is the handy dandy answer for the woman who needs a discreet way out of a dead-end marriage.
It hasn't been too many years ago that the average housewife was constantly fighting flies from the horses, cows, and pigs around the homestead. This product would raise no eyebrows when purchased at the general store, and if it happened to be dipped in the old boy's coffee while he was out doing the morning milking, no-one would be the wiser. This sample was in a box of plunder we bought at a farm auction years ago. It is behind glass, and I check it every morning when I pour my coffee.
Here is the handy dandy answer for the woman who needs a discreet way out of a dead-end marriage.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Poets' Corner
Random Thoughts From Archie:
archy on this and that
an old stomach
reforms more whiskey drinkers
than a new resolve
and the sexton
stops more than either
a man who is so dull
that he can learn only by personal experience
is too dull to learn
anything important by experience
a great many people
who spend their time mourning
over the brevity of life
could make it seem longer
if they did a little more work
judging by the number and variety
of pills and religions in the world
the chief preoccupation of man
has been the state of his digestion
and the condition of his soul
and just look at both of them
From: the lives and times of archy & mehitabel by don marquis; doubleday doran & co. inc. garden city, new york, 1933
archy on this and that
an old stomach
reforms more whiskey drinkers
than a new resolve
and the sexton
stops more than either
a man who is so dull
that he can learn only by personal experience
is too dull to learn
anything important by experience
a great many people
who spend their time mourning
over the brevity of life
could make it seem longer
if they did a little more work
judging by the number and variety
of pills and religions in the world
the chief preoccupation of man
has been the state of his digestion
and the condition of his soul
and just look at both of them
From: the lives and times of archy & mehitabel by don marquis; doubleday doran & co. inc. garden city, new york, 1933
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