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Show SIS By CAROL LEMON J Coming home from a quick trip north the other day, the children started playing the old game, "I'm going across the desert and I'm taking" .... everyone starts with A and adds something some-thing new till we get to Z, repeating everyone elses phrases as they go. We got through Z all right, tho it was hard for an old folk like me to remember K was a Kuddly puppy and Q was a Qute boy. (Why don't we English-speaking people spell things the way they sound?). We've played the one, too, where a subject is chosen and we think up everything that applies to it, beginning with the first letter of the word. Take Fall, for instance. in-stance. First of all, how about the Fantastic colors as the leaves change from their summer greenery to dazzling reds and golds. Then there's Fireplaces to chase the chill from a Frosty evening. The Fabulous Harvest Har-vest Moon is a sight we can enjoy only in the Fall. And did you know that right now the moon is closer to our planet than at any other time? In this part of the world we can't forget Football and the Fans who Freeze their noses and ears while enjoying this Fun sport. A part of Fall I especially enjoy is having the work and bustle of the busy canning season behind me and having Fall cupboard cup-board shelves greet my eye each time I enter the storeroom. store-room. What about the Fearless Fear-less hunters chasing the Fast and agile deer, hopingtoFill their bulging Freezers before be-fore Fall ends? Well, enough fun with words. Fall is a beautiful time of year. Times and seasons sea-sons are changing. Just look at the change in the way of things in your lifetime or mine. Our washer went on the blink the other day and I thought I was really hard up. Yet, not too many years ago everyone did their washing In a tub. My mother often recalls the long hours spent washing diapers for her eight babies. I think of early Indians In-dians of our region had something when they used the shredded, soft, spongy bark of the juniper tree for their babies' diapers. Today we have Pampers and other brands of disposables, not too expensive, handy and no washing required. Convenience is the word of the day. Convenience foods, clothes that need no ironing, automatic dish and i clothes washers, ranges that ' need no tedious daily cut-I cut-I ting of wood just a flick of the switch. And miracle J of miracles, to our grand -) mothers at least, we can Eturn a tap and out pours all the hot, steamy water we want or need. We can even fill the tub with spicy, scented scent-ed bubbles and have the time to hop in with a good book and feel our tensions disappear dis-appear as we soak. Many speak about the good old days. The days of our youth ARE, for the most part, pleasant memories being close to a warm, loving lov-ing family having that sense of protection and security se-curity just because Mom or Dad is there. Still, we must remember that today is one of the good old days our children chil-dren will recall in later years. Each generation has its own special season. Our seasons of life, just as the seasons in Nature, move on sometimes more rapidly than we'd like. My father, in his 90th year, says he still feels the same on the inside as he did when he was twenty. It's just his outer self that has aged. As we drink in the beauty of the early glow of Fall the Harvest Moon lighting the night, painting the world with silver; splashes of vibrant vi-brant color as the trees batten bat-ten down and prepare to face winter; flocks of birds preparing pre-paring for their yearly vacation vaca-tion to the southlands (just as many of our friends), let's remember that as surely as the seasons bring change to the world, the seasons of our lives change for our benefit. As one door closes, another opens with new opportunities, op-portunities, new experiences, experienc-es, new joys, new dreams. Today is a part of time. It came from yesterday and is the beginning of tomorrow a new adventure in living. Take time to enjoy it. |