tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70561244901591628072024-03-13T03:41:15.137-07:00Retro BlogArtwork by Pam Parisi blazedark@yahoo.comRetro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.comBlogger1329125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-7976365539766047152024-01-17T14:59:00.000-08:002024-01-17T14:59:13.398-08:00<p><br /></p><pre class="western"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">OWIES 2024</span></span>
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Well, I have learned a couple of things due to recent events.</span></span>
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Last Tuesday, I turned wrong at Davita and extravasated. The needle punched into tissue and was very ouchie until the maching was turned off. Got immediate swelling of right forearm. I was taken off about two hours early. So Vicks Vapor rub applied to bruise works surprisingly well. Heparin will be held until this coming Thursday. Now it only itches and is UGLY!</span></span>
</pre><pre class="western"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></pre><pre class="western"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then last Wednesday, I got a can of beans out of the large drawer. I turned backward to it to push it shut. My lovely wool socks were no good. Gravity won, I crashed my right hip on the edge of the drawer. Tim and Carolyn got me up. Plans were made to empty that large drawer and put goods in pantry. I now have left over quart jars and lids are now stored in that drawer. I have to add several more canned goods to the pantry from the cupboards below the microwave. Yay!!!</span></span>
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Also Phil called today to march me one more time to replace printer driver. Viola!! It now prints, Now I can blog and print to my hearts desire. It is a good day Thaank you brother !!!</span></span></pre>Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-33364795185100805262023-12-31T15:36:00.000-08:002023-12-31T15:36:20.616-08:00CONVERSATIONS<p style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;">CONVERSATIONS:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had a nice chat with family members over the holidays. I called Richard a few days ago at Davita. We rebuilt most stories and then some. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">He and Cathy have been on a few quad adventures above Riggins. They watched a herd of elk through a surveyors tran both he and Cathy saw Dad at their kitchen table a few weeks after Mom died. He was holding a cup of coffee with a Berglund grin on his face. They have also seen some of their older dogs that are visiting them. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">When I talked with Aunt Wanda she said that when Grandpa Berglund died, Paul was driving along some where and saw him walking along the road. She also smells Pauls after shave. Awwww. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I told him that Mom told me a dream she had about a year before she died. She dreamed that her parents came to her apartment and told her to pack they were leaving. When she woke she found that her suitcase was packed. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Richard told me a dream where he was walking along a sandy beach on a Caribbean island while drinking a Corona. Guess what he found in the pantry the next day/ A Corona? No, footprints in the kitty litter. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I told him the story from the retired Navy Seal. He helped the Coast Guard with a sunken submarine with drugs. I asked him to tell me something I would never guess. So, he reported to San Die;go for submarine school. He walked around to get oriented. At the corner of one of the building was a very tall, very old palm tree. It was planted in 1915 by Teddy Roosevelt during his second term as President. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Richard replied, I got one for you. A general was reporting to command a new Naval Base. He inspected the troops and noticed that two seamen were guarding a bench. He asked what they were doing. Standing Guard. Why. We do not know, General. He was curious and started asking previous base commanders what they knew about the bench. No one knew. He finally contacted the fifth commander and when told the story, exclaimed. "Isn't that paint dry yet?" We talked about tatoos. I told him about the nice tech who got a gorgeous red and blue octopus on her back and left arm. She showed it to Scott a temp and he said he had a rooster on the back of his calf with a noose around it's neck. Um, why? That is so he can ask, "Would you like to see my cock that hangs below my knees?" I have since learned that Richard has one as well as Rocky. Definitely a guy thing. Yesterday the same young lady said that there was a new gentleman patient. They talked about tatoos and agreed that some men got tatoos on the tool. Ouch. She said she had seen one where the guy had racing stripes. The man replied that if he got a tatoo of a One hundred dollar bill he could ask, "Would you like to blow a hundred?" Again a guy thing. I suppose women could do the same, Tatoo of an arrow above pubes that says "Insert Tab A into Slot B". Erk.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-85810910193526007552023-12-20T16:21:00.000-08:002023-12-20T16:21:34.602-08:00<p> FAMILY HISTORY:</p><p>I asked Aunt Wanda why Uncle Al left. She said Charlie was dying of lung cancer this was mid fifties. Al came and painted the house. He wanted to bury him St.Cloud MN because there were five plots there. Nellie said no and asked him to leave. Pretty sure the exchange was less than amicable. Al stopped to talk with Paul and Wanda. They did not hear a thing until they got a telegram from St.Cloud VA. Al was admitted. They drove to see him , visited and got things arranged. There was a brother, Ellis Berglund. HD was in his twenties, HD wad in the Army, on a ship. He got the Spanish Influenza and died, not married. U clearly Al was in the Coast Guard. He was married five times, one wife worked in the PO in San Francjsco. Al spoke Swedish, English and Spanish.</p><p>I asked about Aunt Dorothy who was Nellie's sister.</p>Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-62728733671139033162023-08-18T09:47:00.002-07:002023-08-18T09:47:34.335-07:00YOUR MAMAS KITCHENYOUR MAMAS KITCHEN:
I watched CBS Morning the other day. A lady was explaining that she had not written a cook book, The title was a question she commonly asks when she is interviewing them. What did you mama's kitchen look like.
Well then. My mother's kitchen was perfunctory, sturdy and well stocked. She cooked on electric. We have some favorite recipes and some childhood abuse foods. We did not appreciate fried calf brains nor liver and onions. I have since enjoyed fresh venison liver fried quickly in bacon. Yum, pass the onions.
My Grandmother Berglunds kitchen was usually filled with chaos. She used a pressure cooker for most meat, usually pork roast which Mom thought was greasy. I thought it was tasty. Nellie bustled about the kitchen eating off peoples plates while clacking her loose dentures. She only canned raspberries and she was diabetic. I remember seeing the vials of insulin when I was a kid.
Grandma Horn's kitchen was geared for farm life and hard work. The stove was electric. Beneath the sink were large half round containers that held 100 pound of sugar and flour. I was small enough that I could crawl inside the cupboards and hide. Grandma made fabulous pies, my favorite was pumpkin. Her spending money consisted of eggs and butter. Ollie would bring a five gallon bucket of milk. Grandma would skim off the cream until the milk was blue. The eggs and butter went to Albertson' in town. Her favorite fryng pan was electric. She used the cast iron skillet to make popcorn. She had a Paul Revere sauce pan used for Hawaiian Penuche.
My mother in laws kitchen was built on a scale to fit her, she was nearly six foot tall. The stove was one of those wonderful fifties white enamal things with a warming oven for plates and two ovens. The counters were done in tile and when she washed dishes she let them drip off befoe wiping them down, saved on water, no harm was done. Lot of venison steak cooked on that stove.
Grandma LaVann's kitchen was a wonderful farm house in the woods design. Her son Phil purchased Philco fridge and stove right after WWII. The table had tin barrels that contained 100 lbs of sugar and flour. Her first husband was a baker in the Navy during the Spanish American war. The table was his design. The rolling pin was rather dainty dowel. I loved that thing. The cupboards held gun in one section, rifles. The largest gun was an over and under combination shotgun, rifle, Would love to know how much that thing is worth. The dining room was built in cupboards to hold Franciscan ware, I believe it was Apple Blossom pattern. Lovely. Lots of venison cooked on that stove as well. Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-3095492169967525482023-06-16T13:24:00.000-07:002023-06-16T13:24:29.327-07:00BARROW BREWWhen I lived in Barrow, It was damp most of the time and once for eighteen months is was dry. Ikept
statistics and was cited as a source in a paper submitted by one of the doctors.
Also dental was located in the sambe building as the hospital. The dentist and her husband lived in the
same building where I lived.
When alcohol is a precious commodity in your community, things can quickly become illegal and scarce.
The dental service received a lot of supplies at the hospital in very large boxes. No idea of the
contents. I saw the dentist once to have a tooth pulled. Since then all of my wisdom teeth floated
forward very nicely.
When alcohol is scarce people will turn people in if they do not sell some to them. That is probably
what happened to the dentist. Authorities went to the house they renting away from their appartment.
Aparently they found 99 carboys of beer on the walls, etc.
The couple disappeared from Barrow, she went to dental central. I do not believe the illegal activities
received any punishment.
Also during the time that Barrow was dry, hoarding happened. Folks who had liquor did not share, not even
with family. Currently the town is damp and people who purchase liquor must sequetor it with the mayow
who is in charge of a holding warehouse. Then after four days the buyer can claim their goods. Kind of like a waiting period. Mah.... when I lived in Dillingham, you could have a drink with hour dinner.
The hospital allso a sleep it off room to keep people from drunk and freezing to death.
Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-34687146744860167082023-03-06T15:07:00.003-08:002023-03-06T15:07:26.146-08:0030thWe ate at Kozy Kitchen to celebrate 30 years since we first met. Husband must find jade rose for actual 30th. I was reminded of an auction to which I went with Mom and Dad. It was held in Caldwell at a house in town. There was a very large hunk of jade it may have weghed 500 pounds. The cosr of one ouncd of uneorked jade is $3000. That siunds pretty high. So three thousand dollars times eight thousand ounces is 24 million dollars. Do wish I owned that much jade and I also wonder what happened to that rock?
Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-11751215403945071032023-01-20T12:49:00.001-08:002023-01-20T12:49:48.178-08:00HOME ECHOME EC:
I attended Parkview Junior Highschool from fifth through eighth grade. In order to graduate eighth grade one had to know the eight parts of speech; um,,noun, verb, adverb, pronoun, preposition, quark, matter, antimatter. No?
Sixth grade was Mrs. Smith. She had an old phonograph from 1880's and she had an old Vaudeville bit about two Swedes talking to each other on the phone. They could not understand each other. I remember one comment, “Not the devil, the wind, the wind, what goes shwoosh!” There was also a song about Barney Google with the goo goo googly eyes. His name was Barney Oldfield one of the first to race Ford racecars. Dad knew the song and would sing Barney Google.
In the seventh grade, I took Home Economics. The only thing we ever cooked was milk toast, which is disgusting, only a toothless invalid would find any value in such a treat. What a waste, we would havse been baking cookies or something delicious.
The whole class was L shaped; the sewing machines on one side and ovens on the other. We had two projects for sewing. The first was hemming a tea towel. We were shown how to pull a thread and make a clear path for tearing or cutting. My fabric was so rotton that is tore crooked, but I adjusted.
The final project was to sew a simple dress. I had blue fabric. I don't remember but Mom probably washed it and had me help stretch it into shape. Then I cut out the fabric and put it together. The plann was to have a fashion show at the end of the year. I took it home. Mom looked it over and promptly tore it apart and sewed more neatly than I had. I do not remember if I ever wore it again. More than likely, I did.
That building was torn down in the eighties and replaced with a nice post office. I have a brick somewhere saved from the demolition.
Fourth grade was at Wardwell School. The third floor was condemned. Lunch room was in the basement. The building was purchased by the Catholic Church. Parking was saved for the church. A bank and the city Library were built on the rest of the lot. I always wanted to slide down one of the fire slides but no such luck.Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-28828850611852388842023-01-13T12:00:00.000-08:002023-01-13T12:00:04.464-08:00RIGGINSRIGGINS, IDAHO
Salmon river, the River of No Return.
When I was a sophomore, Dad worked in Riggins, Lots of weekend commuting. He decided fairly early that we should all move to Riggins. So they parked the trailer in a pasture of the Horn family.
We stayed in a nice cabin near a good sized creek. There was no TV reception or radio. We played in the creek, there were apparently otters but I never saw them.
We were sent to Bible school, a bus picked us up and were home by early afternoon. One of the teachers thought I was the mother of the girls. I didn't know whether to be insulted or laugh. There was the obligatory pasting of macaroni on paper for
The the girls. I do not remember much else.
Dad decided that me, Richard and Phillip would be enrolled in school. I was delighted to find there was aan art class. The classes were each two hours long and rotated through the week so that the afternoon was free for assemblies or sports.
I saw a beautiful young man who smiled at me and my heart was instantly lost. I actually felt a pang of some sort. His girl was blond and they were the power couple.
Art class was fabulous. I used oil paints and I loved the smell of both oil pain as well as turpentine. I do not remember painting anything worthwhile. One project was plaster of paris. I used a half gall milk carton for the mold and carved a native face looking upward. The art teacher was impressed and displayed it in a case.
My friend lived in Lucille which is just over the time line where it was Pacific time not Mountain. So folks were used to adjusting the drive here and there.
One time we rode horses and it was so much fun, even took off our shirts, the things to see us were birds.
Dad picked me up for lunch one time. We met one of his supervisors and a flunky named Herb. I had a burger. Did had something other than the special.
The big boss ordered heart and so did Herb the flunky.
I loved that experience so much. We all learned to play a card game called Nertz. It is a kind of reverse solitaire. The goal was to put all the cards into the discard pile and yell Nertz. It went very quickly. Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-54541302242869348232023-01-04T15:56:00.002-08:002023-01-04T15:56:27.533-08:00ENOUGH ROOMENOUGH ROOM:
This all started with husband commenting that he wished the house was twice as big so he could save more cardboard boxes. (Heaven forefend!)
I am reminded of my first roommate, Sue. We rented a three bedroom, two bath house in Novato for about one hundred dollars a month. Remember this was the mid sixties. We both made about 35 dollars per week take home.
We were both slobs, I was only a slob in the kitchen, I kept everything picked up and clean.
Sue lived in a separate large bedroom with ensuite in the back. I went in there once and she had all of her clothes in piles all over the floor. They were clean, simply not hung up or folded and put away.
We then moved into one bed apartments in the same complex. Rent was about 65 dollars per month. One time when Sue's gentleman friend came over, she hid her dirty dishes in the cupboards rather than wash them.
When she married, I visite their one bedroom apartment in Napa. She had stuff strewn all over. I started picking up and storing etc. When her husband came home, he asked what happened. I shrugged said, Hurriance Susie
I was invited to their home when they moved. Nice large two story home in Napa. Dinner was very nice. I started to help after and was going to stack the plates. Sue said, don't stack them, I don't wash the bottoms.
I guess she really needed enough room for the meticulous housekeeper to kick into gear.Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-60593572508171011202023-01-02T12:38:00.000-08:002023-01-02T12:38:04.668-08:00MOVIE TAGLINESTime for Movie taglines: I will list some movies and you must guess them.
AS you wish
Leave the gun, take the cannoli
My greates fear was the thought of a bullet right between my eyes.
Christopher Columbus What happened to your hair?
Snakes! Why is it always snakes?
Play the song, Sam.
I have a bad feeling about this.
It's over, go home!
We're gonnna need a bigger boat.
I will never be hungry again.
Houston, we have a problem.
Come to the coast, we'll have a blast.
Kevin!
Yo, Adrian.
Here's Johnny!
Who you gonna call?
You are trying to seduce me.
Do you feel lucky punk?
It's a trick question.
You talkin to me?
I'm walkin here!
If he is crazy, what does that make you?
Get away from her, Bitch!
Answers:
Princess Bride
Godfather
Patton
Little Women
Indiana Jones and the Lost Ark
Casablanca
Star Wars
Ferris Beuller's Day Off
The Fly
Jaws
Gone With The Wind
Working Girl
Home Alone
Rocky
Ghost Busters
Mrs. Robinson
Dirty Harry
My Cousin Vinny
Midnight Cowboy
Taxi Driver
One Flew Over the cuckoo's nest
AlienRetro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-47535320694026473572022-12-09T16:01:00.003-08:002022-12-09T16:01:42.287-08:00MODERN CONVENIENCES AND SOME EPITHETSMODERN CONVENIENCES AND A FEW EPITHETS
We all love our modcons and I am remembering a few from my history.
The winter of 1947 was brutally cold. Dad was working in Gooding. They lived in a small house heated with a wood stove. Mom told me that one of my first ever bath was in a container of warm water sitting on top of the wood stove. Yum, steamed baby.
I became acquainted with freeze dry clothes the winter we lived in the Bishop house, also heated by a wood stove. My job was to bring in the laundry, usually diapers. I would bring them in and stack them near the stove where they thawed perfectly. I then folded the diapers for use.
The first ever washing machine I ever saw was at Grandma Horn's. There were three containers, the first was a tub with an agitator, the next was a tub for rinse water, a wringer and a tub where the wrung out clothing fell. The water had to be heated elsewhere. Grandpa Horn would go light the water heater which was located in the storm cellar. Then hot water was available through the taps in the house. I was fascinated by the wringer.
All drying was confined to a line where it was hung to dry. Mom's most efficient line was where several lines were strung around a line that held at least fifty pieces of clothing. This was located at their Boise Cascade home near Mill Road in Emmett.
Another device that is very oldfashioned was a good grinder. It was metal with several sized blades to use for which ever size of grind was wanted. The most common use was for grinding whole cranberries and one whole orange for the long time family favorite; cranberry, orange, black cherry jelly, celery, walnut. This makes a terrific turkey sandwich for left overs.
The other use was for meat. I came home from school one day and a large gray thing was on a plate. I asked what it was and Mom told me it was tongue. Ugh. She boiled it, peeles it, ground it up with onions, dill pickles and mixed with Mayo. It made a very tasty sandwich spread. I am getting kind of hungry. The other kids at it up as.” they had never seen the original.
Mom would save up chicken parts, back, wings etc for chicken noodle soup. She would make noodle by putting a pile of flour on a board and mixing in some eggs. This was then kneaded, rolled flat and cut into noodles. The noodles were then dried on newspaper in one of the bedrooms. For years, I thought that was where noodles came from. They were delicious!
Epithets:
My great grandfather was named Issac Newton Horn. When ever Mom visited Missouri as a youngster she would read the newspaper to him as he was illiterate. One time at dinner, he exclaimed, “Give me some of that there lickum dabby.”
Another Missouri relative was displeased with the state of her daughter's underwear. “Julia, I do believe you have a buzzsaw in your ass!”
Lastly, there was a local dance being held. It was well attended. One of the dancers was a large, tall, redheaded woman who was a vigorous dancer. She slipped and fell on the dance floor. One local wit shouted. “ There is a big red down in the herd!”Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-73093476958737715012022-11-28T16:20:00.003-08:002022-11-28T16:20:43.943-08:002022 Christmas Letter2022 Christmas Letter:
Seasons Greetings Beloved Family and Precious Friends.
I have reviewed my book for this year. I had lots of odd dreams all about various aspects of self.
I have chatted a few times with Aunt Wanda. She recently had Covid and only had symptoms of a sinus headache. Thank goodness for vaccines. I asked her if she knew the entire story about when Dad ran away from home. Yes, she did. He ran away when ge was 13, rod his bike to Ontario, sold it for enough money to buy a ticket to Minnesotta. When he got there, Grandpa Rose called Charlie Berglund to let him know that Ralph had gotten there. Charlie asked him send him home on the train. Dad stayed for the harvest. Grandpa Rose took him to the train. Dad changed the ticket to New Orleans. He stayed there for a few days. He got picket up for vagrancy. The judge decided to keep him for a few days. He took Dad to the station and bought him a ticket to Idaho. As soon as he left, Dad cashed in the ticket and stowed on board a freighter. The ship went through the Panama Canal. I am sure he was putl to work. I am not sure where he deboarded the ship, I think San Diego. At any rate he got home okay and had quite an adventure to tell.
Numbers: I did not learn mu numbers at home. So I had to cheat in first grade. I remember asking a class mate how to make an eight. Yeah, it wentn downhill from there.
Brother Phillip got interested in Ancestry.com. He looked into Nellie Rose Berglund. She had people from Canada. How about that? When the Berglunds lived in Boise, Aunt Wanda told me that Dad sold newspapers downtown and told people he was an orphan and really needed the money. Jeez!
In May, I did a stupid. I packed at Davita, locked the car and started to walk. The car started rolling backward because it was not in park. Instead of waiting for it to stop rolling, I decided that I must chase the car. I got the door unlocked but slipped and fell, banging my forehead on the pavement and breaking my glasses. A lady asked me if I needed help, yes, I can't get up. They called the EMT folk who decided I needed an MRI. As a result, they found a subdural bleed and I was transferred to OHSU. Whee! Met some cool people. Tim rescued me the next day. I no longer chase cars.
I was hoping that the subdural bleed had knocked out the petit mal. But no, I managed to lose my gray sweat pants, underwear, cami and sweater. They were in the laundry basket. I simply forgot that I put them there. Sigh...
A week or so after that I got my very first ticket. City Cop pulled me over, I was going 36 mph in a school zone. The ticket was for $165. Had to write a paper check. Traffic school was not available. Won't be slacking off like that again.
Merry, merry everyone, I love you!
RoyceRetro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-47287942250141272922022-10-23T11:40:00.002-07:002022-10-23T11:40:20.369-07:00SHAVING“ SSHAVING
Two years ago, this past September, my sister, Gale and her MIL, Joanne came to visit. They brought the Golden pup who was a big hit in the neighborhood.!
One day we were having lunch at Shark Bites nd the halibut fish and chips with malt vinegar was delicious.
At one point, Joanne asked why I did not have more facial wrinkles. I looked at her and said, “I shave faithfully every day.” Gale nodded in agreement.
It all started when I was 35, it was at my Grandmother Horn's funeral. She ws 93 and had died of ascending cholangitis after having her gallbladder removed. Side note, I worked at St. Al's in medical records. Her autopsy report came across my desk. This was way before HIPPA and confidentiality did not preclude reading family records. At any rate the autopsy showed her great vessels as clean as a whistle. I hope that I inheirit her constutition.
Back to the funeral, my sister Ellen pointed at me and said, “Ok, look, Roucie is growing a mustache.” That was the end of the mustache. I did ask my doc for a test to rule out hirsutism by tumor on the pituitary. Yay, negative.
So, I now have smooth facial features, but all other loose wrinkly, hair skin is other wise out of view. Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-28969792164551654212022-09-04T12:40:00.002-07:002022-09-04T12:40:21.215-07:00ON THE ROADON THE ROAD
We were a traveling family until I reached fourth grade. Dad owned several trailers, the largest of which was a Great Lakes 12 wide by 50 feet, if I remember correctly.
We lived in a lot of trailer parks. We lived in Baker City for a brief period, it was summer, we were not enrolled in school. That summer Richard and I uh, borrowed the neighbor kids bikes and rode them like we stole them.
The earliest trailer I remember living in was in Vale, Oregon. One night there was a tremendous thunder storm, very loud. The next morning, Mom slept in. Richard decided he wanted toast. So he put a slice of bread in the toaster which got toasty to the point that it caught on fire. Mom woke up then. Fireworks ensued.
We lived in American Falls for a time. I went to school there, second grade, I think. I remember that one of the neighbor ladies tried to light her stove, the gas accumulated, overflash. Her face was burned. She came to Mom and mom put butter on her face. Richard participated in a boxing match. He had fun. I remember taking a test on time and had to write down the correct time using the clock faces. I got the times exactly wrong. The day Dad came to get me out of class to move, I was outside reading and a girl came to tell me to come in, I did not believe her, so the teacher came to get me. I was all in favor of moving.
One summer, we lived in Jerome in a small trailer. There was an ice box. So every other day or so the ice man would bring ice. We would beg for slivers of ice and he would oblique.
We lived at Thousand Springs but in one of the cabins. My tricycle disappeared and showed up as a birthday present painted green. They had a sturgeon in a pond.
When I was in the third grade and Richard was in the second, we lived on Capitol Boulevard in a Green something named place. We walked across six lanes of traffic to walk to the Boise Junion College campus where we attended school. That was the year that we got bikes for Christmas. I rode so much, my behind was sore.
The next place was Evergreen Mobile Home Park in Emmett. We walked to school. In the fourth grade I attended the old three story brick school, which was later sold to the Catholic church and then half the lot sold to a bank and the public library. The Great Lakes trailer got moved around a bit, Dad had it towed to Brownlee where there was a great deal of dirt. I learned how to make button holes from a neighbor. She may have given Mom the recipe for raisen sheet cake with white frosting. There after if Mom made that cake, that meant we were going out somewhere. Usually to a dance in Ola, which I remember fondly.
Later on the trailer was moved to Hell's Canyon. That summer we spent in the dammed up creek, swimming. We begged dad for a Yuke inner tube but those trucks did not actually have inner tubes.
When there was lightning storms, we would see the lightning bounce back and forth off the canyon wallsl.
One time we went to Halfway, Oregon with dad. We stayed at a school that had a play ground while dad worked. I played on monkey bars until I had blisters, then the blisters popped and I still played.
One time Mom had to take something to Dad on a very steep hillside. She had to turn about and we all got out and watched her. When we got back in, she swore she almost had a fecal hemorrhage.
We spent the summer in Hailey, Idaho. Dad was working on a Fish and game project. I was asked to sketch a picture of the construction. There were wonder hot spring pools there and the folks rented a private bathhouse. Take about fifteen minutes to turn a bunch of noisy kids into limp noodls. Also that summer, we were sleeping in a tent under a large tree, the folks were in a small camper. A huge thunder storm came up and we all bailed out of the tent into the camper. Crowded.
The last time I lived in the Great Lakes, I was a senior in Highschool We parked where a store now sits. I came home one day and Mom had the sewing machine out. I looked at the pattern for a maternity top. I asked who this was for and she snarled, “Me!” Good thing I didn't ask if Dad knew.
One thing I know was that Mom was excellent at stowing loose stuff in the trailers including putting pillows inside the cupboards and taping the doors shut. Never failed. All dad had to do we level the trailer and ground the sink so we would not get shocked.Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-6541732920823855332022-07-10T11:32:00.003-07:002022-07-10T11:32:38.438-07:00THE SUMMER I STAYED WITH JESSETHE SUMMER I STAYED WITH JESSE KERSEY
The Kersey's and Berglund' have been acquainted for several decades. I think Dad and the senior Kersey were childhood friends.
We would often visit them when they lived above Ola. One time we were sitting at the dinner table and Phillip was sitting next to Neal. Neal noticed that Phillip did not have anything on his plate, so he reached over the forked over a nice large pork chop.
Marge was widowed early on, her husband was killed in a logging accident.
Eventually she moved to Letha and married Fred Smith. She had at least one child by him, little boy named John Smith. John John didn't talk until well after age two. All he had to do was point and grunt and multiple siblings would fetch and carry for him.
One summer, Jesse had rented a small house in Letha. I went to live with her for the summer. She had a small sewing machine, I purchased a pattern for a shirt with French cuffs. I sewed it and Mom did not scream and tear it apart. I wish I still had that shirt. I love French cuffs.
Jesse and I picked fruit in a local orcharge, prunes probably. She hired a classmate of mine to babysit the kids. Her name was Marilyn and she lived next to Uncle Tom's Cabin. First day we came home Marilyn was exhausted. I do not think she had ever babysat a rowdy bunch of younsters.
I became acqainted with Joe Dewey, a boy a year ahead of me in highschool. He is Mormon and assured me that the Book of Mormon had some good adventure stories in it. We bonded over sci-fi. He wrote it and I read it. Joe also was missing a forelimb. Nice young man.
One day Jesse came home and told me that she had met a wonderful man and they were going to get married. She was a bit disappointed that I was not more excited for her. I was not very interested in men, romance etc. At any rate they married and lived happily until he died years later. Jesse had a step daughter named Connie. I see her on Facebook ever once in a while.
That was a great summer, I enjoyed it very much.Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-30041907740193687592022-06-18T13:45:00.002-07:002022-06-18T13:45:20.014-07:00FATHER'S DAYFATHER'S DAY
Our Dad was wonderful. We had a happy childhood.
I always liked to purchase a Louis La'Mour book for him for any occasion but Father's Day was good.
Louis La'Mour wrote about 147 books. He also wrote children's books and I will look into that sometime soon.
My personal favorite was one where the hero was a military man stuck in Siberia. He had to survive the hike out to America. It was a terrific book. His last book had elements of sci-fi, very surprising. He died in 1980 and I was stuck, no more books! Dang!
I discovered Tony Hillerman years later, his first book was writen in 1970. I could have been buying them for Dad. Shoot! The only book of Tony Hillerman that I did not enjoy was FINDING MOON. It was not set on the rez, so I was disappointed.
His daughter, Anne Hillerman has written twelve books, I have only read two of them and they are excellent. I will check out the rest of them sometime soon.
Apparently none of Louis La'Mours four children did not write or at least not in his genre. Sigh....
One other favorite author of mine, Anne McCaffrey, wrote many books some set on the planet Pern of the sentient flying dragons and their bonded partners.
Her son, Todd McCaffrey wrote a sequel that addressed he life of the wyverns, a lesser dragon that acted as night watch and worked in mines because it could not see well in day light. That was very good. However the sequel went in the weyrs and had the main character a woman who rode a queen. She fell into a coma. However when it came to the mating flight, the man made love to the comatose woman. Strange and distasteful. The story got a bit more weird when it looked like the girl, when she woke up, had a liking for girls. Anne had handled this nicelyl in previous books.
Her daughter, GiGi has written some fine sequels that far surpass those of her brother.
I wonder if there other authors out there who progeny have written in their genre. Oh, well.
Happy Father's all you great Dad's out there!! I love you!!Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-63530672188629343472022-06-12T12:56:00.003-07:002022-06-12T12:56:41.141-07:00FLYING LESSONSFLYING LESSONS:
Let me start with a little background. When we werep kids, our Uncle Carl, would sometimes fly up from Petaluma, California. One time he took us up, Richard, Phillip and myself. We landed in Boise, Dad met us and we rode home with him.
Later on, I would fly home from SFO to Boise on United. The best salad I ever had was Langostine, yummy!
In summer of 1965, I moved to Petaluma, CA to live my cousin Carl and his wife, Robin for a few months. As soon as I turned 18, I got a job at Fairchild Semiconductor. My first roommate was Ella Sue.
Uncle Carl offered free flying lessons and we only had to pay for the gas. Swell! One time Mom and Dad were visiting and were there at Petalma Sky Ranch when I landed. They have Brownie film of me getting out of the plane and bumping my head.
Sue and I had so much fun. I learned how to come out of a stall, bank, turn, take off and land. Most important walk around the plane inspecting anything loose etc. I soloed and have about 40 hours in the log Uncle Carl gave to me.
One time Sue and I took off for lessons. By the time we got home, the pot of eggs which I had left to boil, had exploded and turned to kitchen black with smoke. The smell was nearly as disgusting and the rendering plant that used to be located just south of Petaluma.
We opened the doors and windows and started scrubbing. We were very careful to make sure nothing was being cooked after that.
One time, we met a young pilot about the time we were finished. He asked us if we would like a ride in his plane. OK! I got to ride in the front seat coming back. The panel in front had way more than the altimeter and fuel gage on the 1947 Aeronca. I was looking everything over exclaiming with delight! There were lots of toggle switches and so many dials. I finally pointed out something that looked vaguely familiar and asked,
“What is this?”
He looked at me a little funny and finally replied, “Um, it's a clock.”Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-25440119380215999802022-05-28T10:33:00.003-07:002022-05-28T10:33:53.089-07:00SO THAT HAPPENEDI was unable to import my picture of the lovely shiner now well developed into purple hues and has expanded down my jaw.
Monday started well. Parked at Davita, got out of the car and noticed that it was rolling backward. Instead of waiting for it to stop rolling I decided to chase after it. Got the car unlocked but tripped abd fall on my left hand, left face and left ribs. Car rolled to a stop. I lay on the pavement caling for help A lady parked her truck and asked me if I needed help. Um, yes please. The ladies came out and got me into a wheelchair and into the lobby. They thought they should call EMT , they came and decided that I needed to be seen in ER at BAY. So after CT they found a subarrachnoid hemorrhage. None of the neurololgists wanted to deal with a brain bleed. Si I was transferred to OHSU. What fun! Nice bunch on the plane. We bonded over favorite books, Dies The Fire, recipes and corny jokes. Got to Portland in 40 minutes, landed a Hillsborough and 18 miles later at OHSU trama ICU. I was put in a neck collar and sent for C spine and CT. Once the radiologist read the film, I would get food. I was given a lovely turkey sandwish about 8 pm. Yum! Next day I had dialysis. Tim called about 3 pm he was in Albany. I said they would discharge me as soon as he got there. So he got there and was horribly lost, the nice nurse took us down to the elevator right to our car! Thanks was stopped in Albany to overnight and then home! Rest of the week was get caught up and everything went well.Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-74480892502604941012022-05-14T08:19:00.002-07:002022-05-14T08:19:24.956-07:00THE OTHER FARMTHE OTHER FARM:
Charlie Berglund came to America from Charlottenburg, Sweden around turn of the century. He and his brother Uncle Al and Pere Anderson, their father moved to Minnesota. The elder family member decided he did not want to stay and returned to Sweden, and we recently met our cousin at a family reunion.
Charlie taught himself English by reading the funny papers. And the boys were given the name Berglund by some official. Charlie would have originally been called Charles Pierson etc.
I do not know when he met Nellie Rose but according to brother Phil, who has been ancestry.com, she worked as a school marm.
At any rate they met and married and lived in Minnesota for a few years. Carl and Dad were born there in Bimiji. Charlie worked for Morrison Knudsen as a heavy equipment operator. During the depression he helped his neighbors quite a lot.
They lived in Boise for a while and then he purchased a small farm near Letha, Idaho. He kept a very small dairy herd, about five cows. He did not hobble them and I think he hand milked them. We were not allowed inside the milk barn.
The only crop he planted was hay, I remember a bib old haystay and a derrick. We were not allowed to play on that either. They did have a dog, Frosty, large white. I remember stealing dog biscuits to nibble on, not that tasty.
Grandma Beglund cooked with a pressure cooker all the time. She never reallt sat down to eat at the table because she was busy running around, adding to plates and sampling from those same plates. Her dentures were loose and clacked when she spoke. She wore a fubulous undergarment with all sorts of closings. She was a large women with breasts the size of di
She and Charlie were very social and attended lots of local card games. There were always knitted and starched nut holders. I loved those things. Mom tossed out about fifty of them. I always thought they would be terrific Christmas tree decorations.
Nellie had raspberry bushes and she canned them. I remember being served the berries in little depression glass berry dishes. Loved them. When she died, the tossed out dozen of jars ofraggedy looking raspberries.
She was Seventh Day Adventist. Grandpa B was a happily lapsed Lutheran as that was the State Religion of Sweden. His philosophy was life a good life. And he did.
He helped dig the first irrigation canals in the Emmett valley. I remember that they had a party line and when the phone rang, you would answer to the ring combination that was yours.
Grandpa B had a lovely pocket watch that he would let us listen to. He chewed snoose but was very clean aboutit.
Nellie drove a 50's Studebaker and fast! The front seat was huge, large enough to hold several grandchildren. The starter was on the floor.
Uncle Carl was stationed in Japan after WWII and brought a beautiful picture of Mount Fuji. He gave Uncle Paul a bautiful Kimono doll,pink Kimono to Dad. Mom made it into a pink dress. We both wish she had kept the original.
I have many fond memories of the other farm.Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-1463042303601361602022-05-10T09:36:00.002-07:002022-05-10T09:36:19.880-07:00THE FARMTHE FARM
Around the turn of the century, my grandmother, Beatrice Nora Lattimer was working in a store in the small town where she lived in Missouri. Riley Horn came in and they became acquainted. He must have had hair then, because when I met him he was in his fifties, bald, wore a hearing aid and was very grouchy.
They married and lived in Missouri for a couple o years. She was always a little ashamed that she was about four yeas older than Riley and a bit taller. They had a son, Lauren, who died at about age two. Grandma told me that her first baby was born face first with a broken neck, She was pregnant a total of seven times. All of the sons and daughters died with a full head of hair. The recessive gene for baldness must have come from further back.
They moved to eastern Colorado and settled near Brush on a quarter section of land. I think that is 640 acres but I could be wrong. They dry land farmed, no irrigation, what ever grew was harvested. Mom remembers dust storms that blew farms from one side of the road to the other.
A friend of the family, Mr. Beers moved to Idaho and wrote back about the rich farmland.
So about 1939 after a good harvent, they sold out moved to Idaho. A couple of the boys went on the freight train with horses and some goods. Riley drove the brand spanking new car to Idaho.
They lived on various small farms looking around for a better place. Mom was a teenager painting the bedroom when the radio announced the bombing of Pearl Harbor.
I think it was not until after the war that Riley purchased the farm on the slope. It was a small farm, about 40 acres. They kept a small dairy herd of about 30 40 cows. They were milked electronically twice a day. Ollie ran the seperator and a few gallons went to the house for Grandma Horn to skim and turn into butter.
She had a chicken coop and kept a bunch of chickens I got to help scatter chicken feed and grandma gathered the eggs. Every week Riley drove them to town and she turned in her eggs and butter, that was her money. On those trips to Albertson's, we learned not to ask for toys or candy. The only candy ever purchased was hore hound (cough drop ugh) and chicken wings, sort of a babe Ruth without chocolate.
I remember two horses, one was Buttermilk, a mare from Colorado. Mom got on her once and she controlled the fractious mare beautifully. I never got to ride her but Sandy Cutbirth did, I was so jealous. Richard rode Dutch mostly for irrigation purposes if I have that right.
There were no dogs allowed but there were wild barn cats. I had designs of catching one and dressing it in doll clothes. Pretty sure that effort would have ended badly.
The milk was put in 25 gallon milk cans and about six of them would be trundled out to near the road and stored in a cement container filled with cold irrigation water.
The dairy truck would come and pick them up once in the morning, so two milkings would be sitting there. This was a Co-op dairy and I remember Richard getting paid a little it for years after
Corn harvest was a big deal. The harvest ran 24/7 until done. All the corn was hauled to the cannery in Emmett. I hitched a ride one night looking for Uncle Paul, never did find him but it was a small adventure.
Riley purchased an entire bin of prunes for cow feed. Mom found a recipe for prune conserve and used some of them for preserves. I think there were walnuts in it the it was tasty.
Grandma Horn always had a garden, my favorite veg was green tomatoes, which she pickled. Favorite way to eat them was grilled burger, shcmear of Mayo, a pickle and chomp! I love them.
The farm house was small, one bed, one bath, living room, bathroom, kitchen and porch. Paul and Ollie slept on the porch for years until they added on another bedroom.
Grandma kept a feather bed. I remember the grey and white ticking and I would “help” her make the bed. It looked so fluffy and huge when first made, but when I got to sleep with her, it deflated almost immediately.
She had an old manual Singer sewing mahchine. I learned to sew on it and eventually made doll quilts for my sisters one Christmas.
They had a storm cellar not to far from the house that contained the hot water heater and all of her jarred canning. I loved the smell of the dirt. There was a gooseberry bush growing on top of the cellar and I would beg her for a pie. She would shudder and make it. My favorite was always pumpkin, the recipe from her last Home Comfort wood burning stove cookbook. A family classic.
Occasionally there would be a bummer lamb. They were always fun to play with until they got the better of me at butting. I am not sure they were ever eaten and lamb was not a dish that appeared on the Horn table.
Grandma taugt me to emboider all the standard stitches, I went rogue and stitched some truly ugly disclothes.
I always watched her cook, she used no recipes and I would try to guess quantity but there is nothing like experience. I love that woman with her crooked fingers1!!Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-9940476922607786482022-02-20T12:21:00.001-08:002022-02-20T12:21:19.039-08:00KUSPUKA few days ago I went my annual eye glasses exam. Dr. Morgan commented on my Kuspuk. I told her that a friend made it for me while working in Barrow. She repored that part of her education was to work in other settings. She had the opportunity to go to Bethel. It is located on the tundra. I asked how she liked the brown water in Bethel. It was okey, didn't smell bad just loked murky.
I asked her what the most unusual thing she saw while in Bethel. The worse was some one who had not taken out contacts for three months. We also compared food. She at beluga whale, moose and also had Eskimo Icecream It usually made with lard or shortening, salmon berries and sometimes a little sugar. I shared my exoerience with boiled while chitlins, crunchy like radish, faint fishy taste.
I wanted to speak of my friend who made my Kuspuk, Lois. She worked in housekeeping. One day I was admiring her Kuspuk and asked how she made it. She had me turn around while she measured me by hand from neck to shoulder. A few weeks later she brought in a Kuspuk that she had sewed for me. I was so thrilled that I took of mom's knit hat and gave it to her. Later I asked her if I purchased material for her and I, would she make another? Yes, I purchased a small print and rick rack for her and a shell print in blue for mine, No rick rack. It was beautiful.
Lois told me this story about herself. She liked to go “Loisto Bingo usually with her sister. It was very warm in Barrow that day so she slipped on a light jacket. She and her sister took seats the Bingo hall. Things were progressing nicely. At one time she unzipped jacket to enjoy the breeze. The man calling Bingo numbers smiled at her and kept smiling. At one point her sister glanced up at her and hissed,”Lois! Put on your jacket, you are only wearing a bra!” Oopsie!
In 2005/2006 I worked in Dillingham for one year. I gave that last Kuspuk to my boss lady Janice. I do with I had hung onto it. Janice's problem, It needds to be ironed each and everytime it gets washed. Which will never happen. Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-75013757837434958442021-11-23T10:50:00.000-08:002021-11-23T10:50:26.359-08:00CONTEST DREAMI woke from a dream where husband I were visiting a desert country. He was invited to participate in a contest
The first contest was where a grid of men seven by . He was in the second row, sixth position. The object of the contest was to toss the block of wood so that it landed on its end. The wood was about one foot tall by four inches by four inches. Husband did not progress.
The second game involved catching frogs. Husband made sure his missed his frog.
The third contest involved a herd of sheep. The object was to pull as much fleece off as possible with one hand. The biggest handful of fleece won. Husband grabbed fleece from the head and was surprised when the whole head of fleece came off in his hand. The fleece was a white as cotton and very fluffy.
CONTEST: The need to prove value of onself.
WHITE: Purity, perfection.
SEVEN: Mental perfection (except for the petit mal and general forgetfull ness.Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-74788982219867692892021-11-16T07:33:00.000-08:002021-11-16T07:33:11.003-08:00Red devil Texas, Nice name for small town in TEXAS Red, the Devil and Texas.
I was somewhere someone was offering to turn a marble column in to red marble.
This I dreamed that my house was being infestd by the devil. All of my clothes were being washed and squeezed into the bathtub by way of the overspill spout. I did wonder if this would be a daily occurrence.
I was then looking at a Texas shaped cookie and wondering why the devil caused so much mischief. It suddenly occurred to me with shocking clarity that the Great Secret of Satan was that he could not actually kill anyone. Certainly did not stop him from manipulating the situation to cause many deaths.
I then gave the cookie to someone and asked them to put it in their mouth. Then I asked to have the cookie returned to me. The person had eaten the cookie. It was the only Texas shaped cookie.
RED: Means energy, force, passion.
DEVIL: Means fear, negative aspects of self.
TEXAS: Think big.Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-65187357572100300672021-10-23T11:48:00.002-07:002021-10-23T11:48:18.866-07:00FINANCIAL DREAMSFINANCIAL DREAM:
I dreamed that I was a new hire at a very large financial firm. My job was in analysis. The man next to me was in acquisitions and mergers.
I was looking at a very large spread sheet and I had highlighted stocks in blue and yellow for the previous day opening value, closing value. I was about to total them when my supervisor called me. She said that the calculation was very expensive about three hundred and three dollars. I figured I would pass the cost along to the client. But that should only cost mere pennies.
The man next to me was talking to his friend. He was contemplating purchasing a building. His girlfriend was the agent for the deal. He wondered if his girlfriend was playing him. His friend exclaimed, “Where did you take your training?”
I wondered how gossip would effect the sales of such a deal.
I them wondered just what exalty did my job consiste of and did I really want to continue?
YELLOW: Intellec, wisdom, tranquility.
BLUE: Truth, harmony.
NUMBERS: You are watching over material gains, possessions and are keeping track of things. Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056124490159162807.post-6667558885292913832021-10-19T12:29:00.001-07:002021-10-19T12:29:12.101-07:00NEVER HAVE I EVERNEVER HAVE I EVER...had this dream before
I woke from a dream this morning. It involved Susan Sarandon and Harrison Ford. They were a pair of contestants. They had a luxury suite with one bedroom, bath, living room, kitchen with a deck. They were in the bedroom. Susan was wearing a white silk bra and panties. She dashed into the kitchen. Harrison followed. She grabbed a bagel, cut it in half and spread cream cheese on it. She took a bite. Then Harrison grabbed the bagel and chewed and swallowed. He wiped his hand on her white bra. Then he kisser with a deep passionate kiss. Woo Woo.
The first contest was a cooking contest. The ingredients were a nice thick steak, some appropriate veggies and caramel to be made into some type of dessert. Slusan warned that the best caramel to choose was the hardest. The only ones I could find were all soft. Doom, doom I tell you.
All of the officers were housed on the blue ship. Every morning the dived into the ocean and swam to the various white ships. They rotated to serve on each ship every day.
Who ever won the contest did not win anything but fame.
CELEBRITIES: However one feels about him and her.
WHITE: perfection, cleanliness, new beginnings.
BLUE: Truth, wisdom, tranquility.
CARAMEL: Sweet situation that could turn into a sticky situation. If something sounds to good to be true, then it is probably not true.Retro Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12699048985142240493noreply@blogger.com0