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Show Si fxJh-QQ By CARol LEMON . dent buffalo of the area could lumber by, unnoticed. One especially bitter northern night, some friends were awakened by a scraping scrap-ing noise at their cabin door. Not able to find his flashlight, flash-light, Howard lit the oil lantern lan-tern which hung from a beam near the entrance. He slowly slow-ly opened the door and was greeted by the Ice covered muzzle of a lonely and homesick home-sick buffalo. Being a quick thinker, (not like me I'd have screamed and slammed the door) he grabbed his camera and flashed a shot. It turned out good enough that a well known magazine used it for their cover. Winter has lots of things In its favor If you take time to find them. It can be a time for conversation, (a lost art), for reading (another lost art), for stories, plans and dreams, projects we put off all year because we are too busy. Too busy, an unfortunate unfor-tunate state. Should we ever get too busy to enjoy life? Winter's here, take time to enjoy it. It will soon be a chapter In the past. It's a beautiful time, and as the poet said, 'A magical thing and sweet to remember we are nearer to spring than we were In September.' An easy to make, delightful delight-ful to eat dessert for a wlntery afternoon. CRANBERRY APPLE CRUNCH 1 can whole cranberry sauce 2 apples, peeled and diced 12 C rolled oats 13 C brown sugar 3 T flour 12 t cinnamon 14 t salt 3 T margerlne, melted Mix sauce and apples. Spread In buttered 8 Inch square baking pan. Mix next six ingredients and sprinkle on berryapple mix. Bake 350 for 45 minutes. Serve warm with whipped topping or ice cream. Six servings. New-Year. Doesn't take long, does it? One minute we're looking ahead to a year full of promises the next minute it's gone, some promises prom-ises fulfilled, some broken, and a few mercifully ignored. Some cultures begin the new year with the onset of spring. A nice time to begin be-gin anything everything new, full of life, spring blossoming blos-soming In your heart. It's been said that 'If winter comes, can spring be far behind?' It isn't really. That groundhog will be looking for his shadow In just a few weeks. Spring will begin its shy, erratic entrance before we know It. How about that flood of seed catalogs jammed Into the mailbox every morning? A sure sign that winter won't last forever. Seems nice to toast my toes In front of the fire and visualize the long, straight, weed-free rows of garden, and yard full of flowers I always dream of In January. Where is that deep white blanket which should be covering cov-ering our part of the world this time of year? I miss the heavy snows we used to have. One year we were overjoyed when 8 ft. drifts cancelled school for three days. That was a fun winter. win-ter. Sledding and skiing behind be-hind the horses, snowmen galore, ga-lore, uncounted snowball fights, fantastic snowforts, and lots of snow angels. Remember Re-member those? Stand up on a car bumper, or fencepost, spread your arms wide and topple flat on your face in the snow! Miraculously, at thirteen, all that we frosted was our noses and toes. If I ventured out today, I'm sure my entire body would be frozen fro-zen before I reached the gate. I miss too, the beautiful sounds of winter. Remember Remem-ber how the snow sounds on a velvety winter night? Or the icy crunch underfoot as you hurried home from school? I can still feel the eerie crackling sound of the Northern Lights as they whirled and streaked through the Alaskan sky. We'd often stand rooted to the spot, captivated by the dazzling daz-zling display. Even the resi - |