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Our first baby out of our new heifers. She's a heifer calf and a sweetie. STORY TIME - AdsThere was a time years ago when The Guardian Newspaper in Charlottetown PEI couldn’t seem to get the advertising for their customers done properly. We would phone an ad in to them and when the paper came out we would find that our ad was maybe somewhat similar to what we had sent in but maybe not. It was never the same as what it was supposed to be and what we had ordered. One business owner we were talking to said that when he had an ad go into the paper that he was always more interested in what he might have to say than any of his customers would be. We had sent in several ads over a short period of time and they were all bungled up in one way or another – every single one of them. I had a cow to sell and Brenda was to phone in the ad to sell the cow so I wrote it out and said, “Here’s one ad that absolutely nobody could bugger up.” It was simple and concise. The ad read ‘Cow for sale,’ along with my name and telephone number – nothing too tricky about that. When the ad appeared in the paper it read ‘cows for sale.’ We had a very good herd of cows and everyone who read the add thought we were selling our whole herd and that ended up costing us over a week’s time between all the phone calls and the people who kept coming and coming to see our herd (that wasn’t for sale). At the end of my futile week, trying to get some things done at a very busy time of year for us, I was tempted to drive to Charlottetown and choke the life out of their printer. Maybe boil him in printers ink or at least shove his fingers into the printing press. One couldn’t help but wonder if their printer was drinking on the job or possibly he was taking a creative writing course in the evenings and was using the advertising that came in as a rough guideline only – very rough. ... See MoreSee Less
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Early morning. STORY TIME - Sleeping BeautyWhen we were teenagers five of us cousins and friends decided we were going to go fishing bright and early the next morning. Being Sunday and all none of us had to work and according to the weather forecast it was supposed to be another beautiful day. We figured we would seize the day as they say, get up early, and go down to the breakwater in town and try our luck and ‘fishing expertise’. Our one friend wasn’t very good at getting up in the morning so I was to wake him up. He showed me a bedroom on the ground floor of their house where he would be sleeping. He was going to leave the window open and I was to stick my head in and wake him up and away we’d go. The rest of us were going to have breakfast first and then head out but he said he’d just grab something to take with him. Early the next morning I had my breakfast and headed up to his place to pick him up. I stuck my head in the window and called him in a whisper as I didn’t want to wake up the rest of the household - there was no response. I called a little louder – no response. I then resorted to ‘get your ass out of bed, are you coming fishing or not? – no response. I didn’t want to yell so I picked up a small stone off the driveway and tossed it at the bed but it didn’t go far enough and fell on the floor. So I went back to the driveway, got a bigger stone, and though to myself ‘this should wake him up.’ I hit the sleeping figure on the bed with a pretty good thunk but I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. I woke that figure up alright but it turned out to be his dad. He came off that bed like a wounded grizzly and was over to the window in about two jumps. He was in ugly humor and said, “What the hell do you want?” I was quite taken back and said in a small voice, “I was supposed to wake Terry up to go fishing with us.” His reply was, “He’s sleeping.” I was going to say that I figured that but on second thought I didn’t, I felt I had better leave well enough alone. The rest of us went fishing and had a great day. We must have run into a big school of perch because we sure caught a lot of them. The fellas fishing on the dock weren’t having much success so we gave them all enough for a good feed and then rowed the boat down the river as far as my uncle’s feed mill. There was an old table there and that’s what we used for cleaning our fish. From there they went into the freezer. Our sleepy friend didn’t show up until later in the day when our little fishing expedition was over and done with. I told him I was never going to try to wake him (or his Dad) up anymore no matter what the occasion. I figured if he couldn’t get himself out of bed in the morning he could do the next best thing or he could damn well buy himself an alarm clock. His Dad laughed about it all later but he sure didn’t seem to see the humor in it at the time - he shouldn’t have been lying around in bed that time of day anyway. ... See MoreSee Less
Daily life around home. STORY TIME - RookieThe town hired a new policeman, a big man physically but not quite so much so mentally. He was exceedingly proud of his new uniform and he swaggered and strutted around town just daring anyone to commit crimes such as parking their car in the wrong spot, or with the juvenile delinquent element, riding their bikes (or tricycles) on the sidewalk. It was pretty hard to find crime in town so you had to deal with what was available. I have to admit though, he was certainly being helpful when he stopped the cruiser one evening to help a man load some rolls of page wire fencing that the man was stealing off the loading dock at the local co-op store. He definitely was an official official and would nitpick over every little technicality that was available. At the time I was selling cars for Dad as well as farming and as I was heading out the highway for home one evening he pulled up behind me in the town cruiser. He had the lights flashing and the siren blaring and I wondered what the devil he was doing. I knew that I wasn’t up near the speed limit. I pulled over and he came strutting up looking like he had just caught me red-handed doing some dastardly deed and now I was really going to pay for it. I got out of my car wondering what was going on only to find that he wanted to know what the price was on a car that we had on our lot. At that time there wasn’t a soul in town or the area around that I didn’t know and several people who were going home after work saw me and wondered what I had done to warrant this. I felt kind of silly standing there and it really annoyed me so I said “Look, I’m at the shop all day right across the road from the police station. If you want to know something come see me then,” and I got in my car and drove off. Dad had another experience with him shortly after that. One night someone had left the showroom door at the car dealership unlocked and when the police were checking doors they found that door unlocked. Instead of checking inside and then locking the door and mentioning it in the morning he thought he’d make a production out of it. He went into the office and phoned about two in the morning to tell Dad about it. When Dad answered the phone he said ‘This is Constable Smith (I changed that name), do you know where I am right now”? Dad said, “No, where are you?” He replied, “I’m sitting at your desk. Someone left your door unlocked.” Dad wasn’t in very good humor being woken up that time in the morning and said, “Well get the hell out and lock the door on your way out,” and hung up the phone. I think a good many people in town had a similar experience with this devout upholder of law and order. Needless to say he didn’t stay in that job too long. I think the town council felt that he would be better off doling out his unique brand of justice somewhere else. To be honest I really don’t think he could have picked out a bad guy if they all wore labels with ‘Bad Guy’ written on them in big red letters. To look for criminals he would sit in front of the police station on the main street watching everyone drive past hoping to see some criminals and maybe in the hopes that if there was some they might want to give themselves up. As one of the towns counselors put it ‘if he was looking for speeders he might find a more strategic spot than sitting in front of the police station on the main street in town in the cruiser.’ We really didn’t know any what you would call ‘criminals’ so we didn’t know if the local criminal element was shaking in their boots or not, there was really no one to ask to find out. ... See MoreSee Less
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