The Cooperative Extension Service was established in 1914 to connect rural residents to the research and resources of the nation’s land-grant universities. Extension programs have always operated on the principle of “learning by doing”. As stated by Seaman Knapp, pioneer of the Extension movement, “What a man hears, he may doubt; what he sees, he may possibly doubt; but what he does himself, he cannot doubt”.
The last few weeks have been quite busy for 1-W.
Dear Editor We have been at Safe Auto for two weeks now. We still feel like sardines in a can. There is no room for us to get at a safe distance when we are at the tables. The staff has gotten it so they can go one way and serve our meals without having to carry each plate to the tables. So, here is to the staff for trying to make it a little more comfortable for us.
Poof! January is gone! My Christmas decorations are still up, but I have an excuse. My right knee is still in rehab, getting better, but still isn’t happy about it’s overuse. I have currently enlisted the help of my elliptical part of my exercise bike, but so far that really makes me tired. I must be getting better because Victoria from FSPT keeps adding more difficult exercises to my Physical Routine when she takes away exercises. We are so lucky to have 3 great places for rehab in our county. I have tried out all 3. They are all top notch. Choosing First Settlement was a no brainer because Philip, my oldest son, was available to drop me off at the door, which I needed the first couple of weeks. Now, I appreciate the smooth (no pothole to trip in) parking lot. Philip did a great job of taking care of me while I was out of commission. Knee surgery is not fun, but hopefully I will be walking around without pain once the weather is warmer. Maybe I’ll finally be able to use the walking trail when the weather improves.
David, Vickie, Adam, Peter, Timothy and Jerimiah Datkuliak, of South Carolina, were in and visited with Ron, Karen and Levi Datkuliak and family. While in, they celebrated Christmas and New Year’s Eve.
“Pssst! I think he’s a reseller.” She told the auctioneer. Before last year, I would’ve felt the same. I couldn’t be mad because I knew, though I may not have tattled, I would’ve shared her sentiment. But as I’ve sat behind my husband cheering him on as he’s learned so much in his new business, I’ve seen the other side of this fence unnecessarily put between us. His business just turned a year old this month and it’s been a fun whirlwind. The kids and I have enjoyed spending so much extra time with him as he always invites us along. Our oldest kids have benefited from the extras he brings home for them, be it a new coat, a dresser, a baby monitor, or a shiny trinket for his little girl. He’s sought out several single mamas to bless with items before he donates. He’s spent time with my grandmother while she adds to historical knowledge before setting out to an auction. He’s helped a widow get extra cash and clean out her attic. He’s received many emails thanking him for helping them find an item that reminds them of time with a loved one, or for a clean sale with a decent price. And when another person rushes for an item he wants at a sale, he lets them. See, the thing that this person and I didn’t know before last year, was that it has nothing to do with the profession, and everything to do with his integrity. Before I was a villager, I attended a school that had almost as many students in each grade as the entirety of our local high school. One of the good things about that was the constant opportunity to meet new people if you didn’t like the ones you already knew. The other side of the coin was that just like most areas, if someone whispers in the ear of another before they get a chance to meet you themselves, they might never want to. One of my friends at the time let me know that one of her friends didn’t like me. What she didn’t tell me was that she let the other friend know the same about me.
The coldest weather of the winter gripped this vicinity Sunday night. The usual reports came in —zero at Rog. Moose’s out Moose Ridge, 10 below “Bill” Willison’s, 16 below down at Laings, and the usual report from Raymond Metz, 40 below. Main Street thermometers averaged 4 below.