[THESE WOMENt "Doesn't it just make you want to ruth back to the city and buy;* new Hat?" September is sort of a miscellaneous month. There is still a little of summer left with the bounty of its orchards and gardens and some of the hot weather. There's a little of the autumn With the opening rush of school, social and church activities, and that certain nip in the air of a September morning. There's a hint of the winter to come iri September too, for the furnace runs some of the time and vegetable soup and oven dinners seem satisfying after the cold cuts and ( potato salad of summer. 'And there's even something of spring in September for On some days I get a touch of laziness which, if it occurred in May would certainly be labeled Spring Fever. • « * September is a miscellaneous month when it comes to column writing. At least it is for me this week. For days Fve waitech to read a phrase, hear a conversation or to get struck from the blue \Vith a subject to write about, and although the deadline to file my copy with the paper is at hand, there's still no inspiration. Do you suppose that Dorothy Kilgallcn, Harlan Miller, Sidney Harris or Elizabeth Clarkson Zwart have days like that? • » • I posed my problem to a couple of my friends. One of them said I sjjould write about my kids, or what stinkers men can be. To this I had to answer that I wrote about kids last week and that I wasn't mad enough at Father to take any cracks at the whole male sex. The other ga! Snorted when I asked her to help me out. "If I could think of a column subject, do you think I'd tell you?", she said. "I'd be sending it to/a paper and collect the money for it myself!" * * * One thing of which I do not have a shortage is apples. Down where we haye our garden. Grandma has an tipple tree.. Thj| year it is simply loaded and the ground is covered with nice luscious, red ones. They even fall off the tree and knock some of our ripening tomatoes from the vine. We really like apple §auce at our house and in the years when the crop is short J go to the store and buy Jots of it. Canning appj.es is extremely, time consuming and this .year, what with' the church Centennial, the rejuvenating of /the kids school wardrobes and my butside jobs, I just haven't had time to can more than a few quarts. And to think I can get all the apples I want absolutely free of charge! Life certainly is filled with" frustrations. * * * The other day I thought I had part of the apple problem licked. We went down and picked up quite a few and I planned to present my sister with a nice batch 6f them. I thought she'd be real thrilled to have them for sauce, a.pple cjisp and pies. We had no sooner returned from the garden when my sister drove up in her car. She honked the horn and when I stuck my head out of the door, she yelled, "Hey! I brought you some apples!'' y This week we were saddened at our house' by the passing ol two Algona men toward whom •we have always had kindly feelT ings. The first was'Roy Richard- styi who was our back yard neighbor for several years. When our Bill was very little he would often seek out Mr Richardson for some man-to-man conversation. Bill had a terrific imagination and I was trying to cope with it in a way that would not stifle the child's creativeness but in a manner that would let him know 1 realized he was tellinc ine a big fat lie. One day Bill said, "Mv~Rii?bavd,sQn, t«ajs me up. if* his atWp awl bg'i gat desra irf pigs and maybe even a great big bear up there." That was the time to use some of that child psychology advice, I figured so i said, "Yes, dear." It's fun to pretend isn't it? It would bo nice if Mr Richardson really had animals up in his attic, wouldn't it?" A short time later I learned of Mr Richardson's hobby. It was taxidermy. And he really had a coupl*of deer he had stuffed for hunters, a baby pig he had preserved and maybe even a great big bear! There are times when truth is stranger than fiction. • • * The second man was Firm Laing, Sr. When Daddy was a green kid just. out v ' of • "high* school, Firm and his partner, Lloyd Muckey gave hirn his first job. Those were the' depression years and jobs weren't easy to come by. The wages were as good as some older, men were getting and Pop couldn't afford •to quit to' go to school to learn architecture as he had long planned. Who knows, if circumstances had been different Pop mighl not have been around for me to get my clutches on him. And, today I might be calling a perfect stranger, "Father"! ' * » • •Reports From The School Front: "I don't know if I want to go to kindergarten or not. Mrs McBay is probably going to hand us out pieces of paper and pencils and have us write on them. But I don't know how to write." Later: "Mrs McBay does not 'spect us to know how to write. She's going to teach us how to do it!" ' i • ' • • "Boy is my Science teacher swell! Everybody at the town where he was last year thought he was a little bit nuts because he goes around and collects bugs, snakes and animals and stuff for Science. I like people that other people think are a little bit nuts." * r * "My teacher said that if I itch after my bath, maybe I should try some soap with cocoanut oil in it. That kind of soap is cheaper than some other kinds. My teacher is just like you, Mamma—always trying to find something that is just as good Algeria (la.) Hi that costs less money." * , * * "6n« ihin§ 'thai is awful n*at about being in sixth grade is that you are the biggest kids in the whole school. I guess We'd better enjoy it while we cafl because next year When we are in seventh grade we're going to be the littles': kids in the whole school again." I had a most enjoyable visit this week with a friend of many years. She is Louie Cotnarh Richardson who once lived next door to me in a dorm at Iowa State College. We both grew up in Fayette county and had several mutual acquaintances to start off our friendship. Then, after I'd left school she met and married a local boy, Max Richardson t and when they first started going around together, he was surprised that Louie knew so much about Algona. It was all explained when she told him she knew Esther Pratt who bragged about her home town in dormitory hen'sessions. , * • • Grandpa B. P. Richardson really ,had a time during his family's visit for his grandsons, Jake and Tom took up his favorite hobby, fishing. They caught several bullheads which were exhibited with about the same amount of pride, B. P. has for a giant catfish. The experience was great fun for the boys also because they never have a chance at angling When they are at home. They live in Summit, N. J. just out of New York City. * * . This week's recipe is designed to use up some of that apple surplus we were talking . about earlier. It's for sour cream apple pie and I got it off a five pound supar sack. About 6 apples. a A granulated sugar 1/3 cup flour 1 teasp. cinnamon ¥4 teasp. nutmeg 4 tablsp. butter % cup sour cream 1 single crust pie shell Peel the apples and cut into eights. Arrange slices in overlapping rows in pastry lined plate. Mix until crumbly, the sugar, flour spices and butter. Spoon over apples, then cover with the sour cream. Bake in 400 degree oven for 30 minutes; reduce heat to 350 and bake until apples are tender and crust is brown or about 25 minutes longer. There was elso a letter and a recipe from Mrs Kenneth Bollinger of Fentoh. It's for Sweet Dill Pickles and perhaps I'd better give it to you, before the cucumbers are all gone. Cucumbers, sliced lengthwise 2W slices of onion dill .... 2 cups vinegar 2 cups water % cup sugar • 2 teasp. salt Place cukes, dill, onion slices in a jar. Mix together and heat to boiling point the vinegar, water, sugar and salt. Fill jars with liquid and place in water bath. Bring to a b,oil. Remove from bath and store in a dark place for 2 weeks or more before using. —GRACE. Auxiliary School Swea City — Mrs Fern Peterson, chairman of Kossuth County Legion Auxiliary, conducted a school of instruction Friday' evening at the Legion Hall in Algona for officers of county units. About 25 were present. Attending from here were Mrs Kenneth Kollasch and Mrs Curtis Kluger, president and secretary of the local unit; also Mrs Ed Montgomery, county secretary. TRAGEDY An eleven-year old Ackley girl, Rosemary Lindaman, suffocated recently when she fell into an oats bin. Efforts to revive her were unsuccessful. The girl's father died about a year ago. S OUR BUSINESS IS... 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