My Winter of Discontent



Share an image evocative of the weather or represent the current “season of your life” in metaphor.

For those of us who reside on a area of the globe where there are four weather seasons. We should feel very blessed and fortunate. Living where there are four seasons we have the appreciation of springtime when all new life starts fresh, everything is growing. Then we move into the summer months when the temperatures increase and life becomes even more active in all the animals and plants. Fall arrives and the life span of many things draws to a close. Harvesting is done, garden produce is canned or stored in preparation for the long, cold winter months that are coming. If the winter season arrives and you are not prepared, it can be a tough long period of time waiting for the arrival of a new warm  spring season.

Preparation for winter is something that has to be done by both people and animals, domestic and wild. A winter supply of feed must be made ready for domestic animals.Critters like the muskrat and squirrel store up food to get them through the long winter months when food becomes harder to find. If the snow gets deep many animals simply starve to death because they can’t find what they need to survive on.

Man and natures creatures must all prepare for winter long before it arrives. Wild animal understand preparation for winter is a serious undertaking that might mean survival. Preparation for life’s winter means getting ready for the end of life as we know it. Thoughts of where will you spend eternity are pondered and hopefully decided.

Man also must prepare himself and his family for the winter months when the temperatures are freezing and the snow covers everything with a heavy white blanket and a coating of ice. The person who doesn’t have his fire wood gathered in preparation for winter, usually only does it once. You do not want to be digging in the snow banks trying to find fire wood in the cold of winter. It is much easier to have the firewood stacked in a neat pile near the house long before winter arrives.

You will be sure to have your house ready for winters frigid blasts too. Storm windows on, seal cracks around windows and doors. You will be much warmer and more comfortable when the wind attempts to make a snowdrift under your door. Garden produce should have all been harvested, canned in jars or stored in a root cellar, to sustain you during the long winter months. These are all ideas of things you do in preparation for winter on the South Dakota Prairies.. Preparations for winter that I just described here are for someone like myself, living in the last generation. We don’t want to go back to those days, but stuff happens.

The modern man living in the city has far less worries about winter preparation. Just close the window and turn the thermostat up or down depending on what his comfort zone is. He also has to depend on trips to the market to get what he needs as far as food supplies.

As we enter the winter of our lives, our tired old bodies are just about ready for that final harvest. How do we plan for that? I really don’t think it would be wise to try and plan for that inevitable time. Don’t just sit and wait for it. You want to continue to exercise your body to keep your strength up. Try to stay active mentally, so you stay alert and stay as healthy as you can. The body starts to slow down, pain makes you tired all the time. You must press on and make the most of each new day.

We actually spend most of our lives planning for winter, hoping to get through the winter, because it tests our resolve. The knowledge that spring is coming, with abundant new life gives hope. The first meadow lark sitting on a fence post, sent there to sing just for you, is a reward of spring. Is this the last winter of my life? Will I see another spring? I do not want to know, just relax, look out the window, or at the computer screen and make the most of this winter’s days.

Blog or Bust


Today’s assignment: write and publish a “who I am and why I’m here” post on your blog.

My first assignment posted at Blogging University, Blogging 101, is introduce myself to the world.

Hello World, “My name is Leland Olson, I’m 75 years old so some of you know me well.” I am, “Really glad to be here, or anywhere in this world.” I decided a half a dozen years ago to make an attempt at writing, not realizing it at the time that it was called blogging. I love life, humor has always been a great friend of mine.

My reason for deciding to blog was my deteriorating physical condition. It has continued to get worse, now I am almost a full-time blogger. Don’t get out much anymore. Life is playing out in slow motion for me. My life experiences have been extremely varied. I have had many different types of jobs. I found writing about my life experiences has supplied my writing with plenty of fuel so far. I will probably attempt several different writing venues, one thing I have learned, “Truth is much stranger than fiction.” My photographic skills have not surfaced yet, will have to work on that for photo blogs.

At one time I thought about having a private blog and decided against it. I’ve come to realize if I can share my life experiences with others and if even one person is helped by something I have written. I will feel it has been a worthwhile adventure. I am a 50+ year survivor of a severe spinal cord injury. That alone gives me plenty to write about. There are other people out there who have suffered from spinal cord injury, if they want to share notes on how their lives have gone. I will be very happy to share my life experiences with them. Spinal cord injury is a very nasty thing that usually affects each individual in different ways, but always leaves disabling consequences.

I started blogging at WordPress in September of 2015 so I’m a newbie here. I have found WordPress provides excellent tools that are fairly easy to learn, I have had some problem with a few areas but there are lots of help forums to fall back on. I do think anyone choosing to blog at WordPress has found a very good place to call home. If I am still blogging here a year from now I hope to be reaching a lot more people around the world. I know doubt will try to test the waters and experiment with different areas of writing. I have made a few attempts at some fiction and found it to be challenging. Humor should remain funny. I may leave that alone.

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Problems Associated With Growing Old


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Laughter is one prescription that we can all afford. Tears of pain can be hard to overcome if the body is diseased as we grow older, but laughter sure helps. When most people start to grow old they usually wish they would’ve taken better care of their bodies when they were younger. We seem to be stuck with the physical consequences of those wild oat sowing, and those cane raising years. Thankfully some good memories can be conjured up from those early years. Much about growing old is only in our minds. We have to learn to keep our minds and bodies active as we get older. We can either dwell on that troubled old body or grin and bear it, just don’t look in the mirror too long.

Worry will never become a problem solver, not even in those senior years when we have a lot more time for it. We usually don’t consider old age troubles, until we get close to writing our last chapter in life’s book. We might as will try to make it one of the best chapters, by thinking about the good things. High sugar levels in the blood will not sweeten a sour disposition. Try telling that to someone eating a cookie, who can clearly see the light at the end of the tunnel, even through the cataracts on those old eyes.

As we get older, sharing information about our bodies, even the most private doesn’t seem to bother us. I had a cousin who started talking louder as she was losing her hearing. One day while having lunch in the local cafe she confided to a friend about how dry her vagina was. Everyone in the restaurant got the information about her discomfort, even the cook and the dishwasher back in the kitchen. When you said hello to her you would be careful not to ask, “how are you today” unless you planned on spending a lot of time listening to her reply.

Dear cousin Flo has gone home to be with the Lord but she left many memories with us. One morning she announced, “I LOST MY HEARING AID.” They could not find that hearing aid anywhere in her small apartment. She said, “I HAD IT WHEN I WENT TO BED”. Later at coffee she said, “OH MY, I thought my cat coughed up a hairball last night on my pillow and I flushed it down the toilet”. It must have been my hearing aid!

My life plan never included getting old, the idea was to stay my young, happy, carefree self until I died. I would always eat what I wanted; bacon, eggs, Sugar Pops and Fruit Loops I could never imagine bran cereal or prunes in my diet. Most digestive systems develop plans of their own, no more regular like a clock, in any time zone.

Then the old ticker develops problems. Hey Doc, what do you mean no salt? My grandfather lived to be ninety six without heart trouble and he covered everything was salt. Doc says, ‘he sure was lucky’ you have high blood pressure. Now about your new diet, no salt, carbohydrates, saturated fat, sugar, caffeine, etc. I decided to get a haircut last week, when I got in the Barber’s chair he said, “Looks like maybe your only going to need one more clean shirt.” You cut the old doctor’s hair, didn’t you?  “They aren’t supposed to talk about their patients.”

My wife asked again this morning, “Did you take your pills?” I say no and start out for that pill container with all the different compartments for each day of the week. I always get side tracked on the way to my pill box, it is about 20 feet away from my La-Z-Boy recliner. An older person can have many distractions on a long walk like that. Some days that pill trip is repeated several times and I still miss my pills. I wonder if it’s really natures way of telling me I don’t need all those pills.

I never thought I would be leaving notes for myself to remember appointments, calls to make, chores to do, etc. Now I have post-it notes all over the place, sort of like little wallpaper sheets. My hearing is still fine, one thing that I can’t understand is why my wife keeps talking lower and lower all the time. The only time I can hear her real good is when she says,”DID YOU TAKE YOUR PILLS?”

Old Computers Or Dead Mules

I have always been the one in the family to call when something needed fixing. I was blessed or (cursed) with the ability to take stuff apart and put it back together and not have a lot of parts left over, the thing usually worked afterwards too. If you’re born a tinker, it just comes natural to get stuff back in running condition, obsessed may be the correct term.

When the first computers came out I was very fascinated with how they worked and knew absolutely nothing about them. I took a home study computer repair course and joined The Computer Book Club. The following picture shows my little workshop, I had it set up in our front porch. The one wall was full of computer repair manuals from the first computers on. I had even purchased several books about writing computer code, that maxed out my mind’s memory storage capacity very quickly. My little workshop looked a bit cluttered, because it was. I knew where everything was at though. The best thing I got out of my computer repairing years was the exercise required to lift them up on the desk to work on them and then hauling them out to warehouse number one, our old chicken coup.

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I picked up my first computer at a surplus sale at one of our colleges. It was one of the first IBM’s with the 8 bit processor no hard drive, two 5.25 inch floppy drives, the RAM was measured in kilobytes instead of megabytes. I continued to collect many older computers and got them in running condition, then stored them out at our little acreage. Why? I thought they would ever have any kind of value is a mystery to me??? Kind of like investing in dead mules! The computers didn’t stink up the place, must by why I choose them. There really will never be any demand for old PC’s except for precious scrap metal. I spent several years at this and found it to be quite rewarding and challenging. I finally started to slow down as the new technology was traveling at a much faster pace than my mind could process. The last computers I work on were the early Pentiums.

We had to sell all of our stuff and move into an apartment two years ago. That sale was probably the saddest day of my life, most of these old working computers weren’t ever bid on. They went into a huge recycling dumpster. There is a link below to the Old Computer Museum. It lists part of my old collection. I sure was proud of it even if it had no value. I guess everything that we do isn’t always done for money. What kind of a nerd gets fulfilment out of tinkering with old computers raises many questions? I expect someone in a white coat will be asking me to put square pegs in round holes soon.

The compter is the only invention of man that has continued to come down in price as it increased in the capabilities of what it can do. Today a wrist watch can process more information and handle more applications than a desktop computer did five years ago. Some of my old tower computers cost over $60,000 in the 1980’s when they were purchased new by our county government. They had 486 CPU’s and 8 MB of Ram, 220 Megabyte hard drive.There is no comparison, awesome in every sense of the word, that really goes beyond what we call awesome today. This link below will take you to a place where you can read about artificial intelligence.

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Lake Poinsett, South Dakota, USA

















Fishing was usually good.


Our old cabin

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Amber fish

Amber’s alligator !







24 lb. Northern Pike


36.5 lb. Carp


The Olson boys L/R Leland, Karlton, Harlan


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2011 was another year of high water level, wind damage.




Why I Started This Blog



My Archery Deer in 2003

I have always been the active, outdoors type, two years ago my health forced me to move into a small apartment and travel in super low gear using a walker. My active outdoor life ended, over, done, no more! I want to share my outdoor life here. My wife and I are now each others caregivers. We might remind you of “Waiting For God”, like in that old English sitcom. I started this blog to keep my mind active, reliving old memories. The urge to write is hard to explain. I have been blessed with a long life at 75 and want to share events from my life.

I quit high school in 1957 and enlisted in the U.S. Air Force. I completed jet aircraft mechanic school at Amarillo Air Force Base, Texas in 1958. I was sent to Misawa, A B, Japan in 1960, for two years. I did two months temporary duty in Thailand and became crew chief on RF-101 C number 56-080. I got out of the Air Force in 1962. I went back on highway construction and worked many jobs, from truck driver to Asphalt paving machine operator.

My job experiences changed radically after getting my back broke in 1964, I stared the ‘School of Hard Knocks.’  Did farm labor, commercial fishing through the ice, day labor, car-wash, door-to-door vacuum cleaner sales, apprentice offset press operator, insurance agent for American Republic and Mutual of Omaha, over the road refrigerated truck driver and tanker transport driver all through the 70’s.

I have always enjoyed golf, hunting, fishing, trapping, gardening and almost anything outside. As my body started slowing down I repaired computers, starting with the Apple 1, IBM 8088, 8086, up through the 286; 386; 486 and all the early Pentiums.

My goal with this blog is mainly sharing my life story with a spinal cord injury. I have been truly blessed. I also plan to share other stories that I have written, “truth is stranger than fiction.” I have some stories that are still slowly percolating on the back burner of my mind. Hopefully I can share my understanding and information with others about spinal cord injury and living the best life possible after that injury. Clicking on the following URL’s will take you to my spinal cord injury stories.

This will take you to the story about my car accident.


This will take you to the spinal cord injury zone.


Dilemma Driven


Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

Dilemma Driven

There are constructive dilemmas and destructive dilemmas. A engineer or a scientist working on a problem in mathematics and physics might very well be facing a constructive dilemma. Either choice will have favorable consequence and the outcome will still be more or less favorable, for what the intended goal is.

Are you in a destructive dilemma? That is a problem offering two possibilities, neither of which is acceptable or preferable. Your “Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.” One in this position has been traditionally described as “being on the horns of a dilemma”, neither horn being comfortable. “Between a rock and a hard place”, since both objects or metaphorical choices are rough.

If you face a dilemma, there is a chance it was self created from one’s own action or inaction about getting something accomplished in life, thus creating the dilemma. A decision will have to be made to face the dilemma head on, decide what the options are to turn the dilemma into something good and productive. The alternative, live with the consequences.

If your dilemma has been created by something that you have done on your own, retrace your steps and review your actions. You might very well be able to ‘take the bull by the horns’ and solve the dilemma without suffering serious consequences. One good thing about a dilemma, it can possibly be one of the best learning experiences man can ever find himself in. You might say dilemmas are all part of life’s learning process.

Beer Bread


Easy Scratch Recipes Week 31

Beer Bread

3 c. self rising flour or              4 c. Bisquick

4 Tbls. Sugar                                One (12 oz can beer)

In medium mixing bowl, mix thoroughly flour or Bisquick., beer and sugar. Mix at low-speed. Spread in greased 9 x 3 loaf pan. Bake at 370° for 50-60 minutes.

Do Not Panic


Daily Prompt

Daily Prompt

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

Do Not Panic

If you are being chased through the woods by a big grizzly bear you have good reason to be having a big, nasty panic attack. You cannot out run that huge, ferocious bear. You will not be able to climb a tree faster than the bear either. You continue running as fast as you can in sheer panic, with the knowledge that he’s going to get you. There is one good thing about this whole scenario, that bear will end your panic attacks for you, while he is eating you for lunch. You will have no more panic attacks. There must be a better way to get rid of panic than that.

Panic attacks are affecting more than 20 million people today. People are effected in different ways, churning stomachs, racing heart, fear of going out-of-doors, fear of being around other people, staying in your house alone, doors and curtains shut. Afraid of the whole world.

Everyone seems to have different types of problems and the doctors are at a loss for what to do. Psychology  and many types of counseling are tried. Medications for chemical in-balance in the brain are used, a multitude of things are being tried, yet they seem to be a Band-Aid approach. People still suffer in silence, hiding from themselves, loved ones and the world.

There is an old saying, we are what we eat. I must be a refrigerator plumb full of fattening food. Diet points a suspicious finger straight at panic and anxiety attacks. In our modern world with our hurry up fast food diets and artificially sweetened soft drinks, it all appears to be shining a search light on the problem of panic. The solution to everything doesn’t have to be complicated and costly, a simple change of diet could be the miracle cure for stress, anxiety and panic attacks.

Flag Ceremony for Harlan Olson

By clicking on the video link below you will be able to view the flag ceremony that was performed at my brother’s funeral.

He passed away on March 8, 2016 and was buried at the Lake Poinsett Cemetery located on a hilltop between two beautiful lakes in northeastern South Dakota. Lake Poinsett is the largest natural lake in the state. The lake that can be seen in the background here is Lake Albert. Harlan lays at rest with dozens of other hunters and fisherman who went before him. They reside together there on a hilltop in Paradise, over looking the land and water they loved.

Pioneers chose this site for a cemetery in the mid-1800s, when the first settlers arrived and started needing burial places. This is one of the highest rockiest locations, it made very poor farmland. There was plenty of laborers needed to dig graves. Digging graves in rocks and gravel is a very hard thing to do, without having it cave in around you.

I thought about putting this flag ceremony on my blog site because many people have never had the privilege to see a flag ceremony being performed for a veteran. During the ceremony I could see Lake Albert down below, what a beautiful location for that cemetery. A place to truly rest in peace, next to his father and grandparents. One great uncle was laid to rest there in 1904. There are many other graves there from the mid-1800s, also some from the past year.

There were no trees at that cemetery until 1947, a committee decided to plant evergreen trees. ‘Spruce trees’ and Scandinavians go well together. White and Blue Spruce were placed around the perimeter of the cemetery, that was a lot of little evergreen trees. I recall my brother Harlan and I riding along with our grandfather on many occasions, with many cream and milk cans full of water. It was a very dry year, those little evergreen trees had to be watered regularly or they would not survive for very long.

Kids are kids, my brother and I made a sport out of jumping over those trees for many years, kind of a contest to see who could jump over the highest tree. Those trees are now about 40 feet tall. More golden memories.

A United States flag drapes the casket of deceased veterans to honor the memory of their service to the country. The waist high with the straight edge facing the recipient. Lean toward the flag recipient and solemnly present the flag to the recipient ceremonial folding and presentation of the flag is a moving tribute of lasting import to the veteran’s family. The flag is placed on a closed casket so the union blue field is at the head and over the left shoulder of the deceased. After Taps is played, the flag is carefully folded into the symbolic tri-cornered shape. A properly proportioned flag will fold 13 times on the triangles, representing the 13 original colonies.The folded flag is emblematic of the tri-cornered hat worn by the Patriots of the American Revolution. When folded, no red or white stripe is to be evident, leaving only the blue field with stars. It is then presented as a keepsake to the next of kin or an appropriate family member.The Flag Presentation Protocol is as follows: Stand facing the flag recipient and hold the folded flag


Survival Slog

Daily Prompt
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt

Survival Slog

I’m very proud to have Viking blood surging through my Nordick veins, maybe perking, trikling or seeping at times. I’m part Norwegian, Swedish, Finnish and Saami, reindeer people. I came from a long line of fishermen, trappers and hunters. They were all survivors, some living in the worst climate on this globe. Many of them came from north of the Arctic Circle. I have come to slowly realize, all of those ancestors in no way gives me a free pass to not respect, or take for granted the elements of nature and the great outdoors.

In the winter of 1968 and 69 we had well over 100 inches of snow here in Northeastern South Dakota in what is called the Glacial Lakes Region. That winter resembled a lot of places north of the Arctic Circle. The prairies of South Dakota and the Lake region have never been snowshoe country. That winter snowshoes were about the only way to travel, over the many drifts or the over 100 inches that was on the level. There were very few snowmobiles at that time, the rescue units had a snowcat similar to those used in the Antarctic and in the Arctic expeditions. That snowcat was not used for recreation, strictly for rescue.

I have always been one to ponder a project, then build it. A person who manufactured what he needed from odds and ends that could be found lying about in our backyard or the old toolshed. I knew I needed snow shoes if I was going to do much of anything that winter. I came up with my own designer snowshoes and proceeded to manufactured a pair in a very short time.

My goal was to go deer hunting in a large area of swamp that was over a mile square. There were many deer wintering in there. They had their own trail system developed. I planned on an easy slog when I got to their trails. I drove as close to the swamp as I could get with my car, then strapped on my not so snazzy looking new snowshoes. I was ready to travel quietly and smoothly on top of the deep snow, no slogging for me. The great White Hunter walking on top of the snow, like a polar bear. I found out I had to walk with a whole lot different gait than I was used to, but I picked up and slid my feet along staying on top of the snow quite well.

I got out to the middle of this magic deer marsh where many trees had grown thick in one  large area. I managed to catch my right snow shoe on a tree branch that was just under the snow. My right snowshoe just disintegrated before my eyes and it wasn’t very long before the other one came apart. That’s when I finally realized just how deep the snow was. I went head first into the snow, floundering around getting up it was way past my waist in most places. I found out it was next to impossible to get back up on top of the snow. Each try to stand up would send the other foot right through, right back down to the bottom again. This went on for quite a long time, I was weak and working up a sweat from plowing snow with my body. It also was starting to get very cold.

I was sitting there half submerged doing a reconnaissance job on my surroundings and the situation I was trapped in. The trapper gets trapped, amusing turn of events. I could see where the wind blew the hardest it made a fairly good crust on top of the snow. I decided to stay away from the trees and follow these wind swept areas. I was doing quite well, traveling without falling through most of the time. I was using my gun for a cane to help keep my balance. It was starting to approach evening, me, even being the sturdy proud Viking that I am, started to get a little panic attack. I was soaked with sweat, still falling through a lot and rapidly running out of strength, the youthful limitless energy was gone. Looming doubts quickly formed about being able to get back to my car. That was a terribly lonely, lost, hopeless feeling.

I started to consider the situation that I got myself into by not thinking it through clerly at the beginning. I should have realized from the start, if I would have shot a deer, there was no way I was ever going to get it out alone. I would have to contact someone with a snowmobile, they were rare, this was also the days before the cell phone.

I kept slogging along thinking, I may not get out of this mess, a simple little hunting trip brought about my demise. It will make quite a story for people to tell years from now. I can hear some of the comments. “He was young and very foolish.” “Everyone knows deep snow treking requires good snowshoes.” ‘Wasn’t as tough as he thought.” “He thought he could slog it out.”
I did somehow muster up enough energy to get to my car, another lesson from the school of hard knocks.

Easy Scratch Recipes Week 30


Easy Scratch Recipes Week 30


1 c. white flour                      1 tsp salt

1 c. graham flour                  hot water to make stiff dough.

1 Tbls shortening

Work shortening into flour. As for piecrust. Make it to stiff dough with hot water. Roll very thin. Bake at cookie sheet.
350 degrees 20 min?

Silence Can Be Deafening



Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt

Silence Can Be Deafening

Silence is a powerful force for good or evil in this world. If you are a archery hunter silence will teach you to love and respect nature and the great outdoors and all the little creatures that inhabit it. The flying kind and all the others too. You learn what silence really is all about, after you spend countless hours in complete silence as a archery hunter. The main noise you will hear is your heart beating. You can also hear a mouse walking in the dry leaves many yards away. It is awe inspiring, a experience that is very hard to explain, a place for a good camera.

Silence is golden. That old saying started hundreds of years ago with the idea of being silent. You are not going to say the wrong thing and make yourself look like a fool if you stay silent. Nobody wants to be an idiot who is uninformed about the subject at hand. In that case silence has much value, maybe not golden.

Many inventors, scientists and engineers prefer working in silence so their minds have full concentration on the project they are working on. This mind work theory did a complete 180° turn in later years, as colleges and universities, and the dorm room used background music. That was to enhance the learning ability. Some even preferred to add a little smoke to the fire of the music to even have better, more alert minds to learn more, faster.

A few generations ago, children were expected to be seen and not heard. That is very hard task for any child to do, as all children would prefer to be involved in the conversation. They just want to learn! There is a possibility the parents preferre a child not talk in the presence of company, for the simple reason the child will no doubt tell something about them that they would prefer not to share with their house guests.

The Art Linkletter show on television had a special time dedicated to children.  Mr. Linkletter would ask simple, straightforward questions about their mother or father or both. The children always had a reply that was very entertaining for the TV audience. From the mouths of babes comes innocent candor, instead of the parental, preferred silence.

The Wyclif Bible centuries ago included the thought “Silence is maad in heuen”. [made in Heaven} I have always been under the impression that in Heaven there is going to be a lot of shouting, praising and singing. Heaven was going to be a place for everything except silence. I do feel that you should be silent and reverant in the church. In my day children were quiet as little church mice.

They were told about silence at home and again before they entered the church doors, they would be silent in the church. That strategy goes against praising and singing loudly to bless the Lord for all that he has done in their lives. Today silence in the church must be on a week day as far as I can tell. The silent church followed the entertainment ways of the world.

Silence was expressed in a 16th century proverb, now defunct – as many present-day feminists would prefer it: “Silence is a woman’s best garment.”The silent treatment is being used under many different circumstances for many reasons, to obtain many different outcomes. The modern day marriage counselors are kept working overtime from a little thing called the silent treatment.

At one time a prisoner was only referred to by a number there was no communication allowed. The plan being that would make a prisoner reflect on his crime and be repentant and become a changed person. After the silent treatment for certain lengths of time, the results didn’t seem to confirm a change of heart in many prisoners. I end this in silence.

Easy Scratch Recipes Week 29



Easy Scratch Recipes Week 29

Orange Cake

Squeeze the juice from 1 large or 2 small oranges . Save 1 Tbls. juice for frosting. Use remaining juice and enough milk to make 1 cup of liquid.

1 c. sugar            1/2 c. shortening

2 eggs                  1 tsp. soda.

2 c. flour             1 tsp. baking powder

Grind rind of orange and 1 c raisins at least twice. Save 1 Tbls. raisin and orange mixture for frosting. Bake in 9×12 pan at 350° for 30 to 40 minutes. T