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By William J.. Robbins Jr.
The scarred maple trees that
stand in Patterson Grove Camp
grounds are monuments that re-
mind us of a generation that staked
out claims of land in what was for
years called the frontier.
From the north of Ireland came
these settlers seeking freedom = of
thought and action. The Coughlins,
the Crocketts, the Robinsons, the
Trescotts and many others, carved
out of this wilderness homesteads
that afforded them all the privi-
leges they, desired even though
sufferings were two-fold for years
after.
The clearing of virgin forests, the
building of log cabins, and the
raising of hardy crops such ‘as
wheat, barley and flax with primi-
tive wooden farm implements was
a task that later generations would
never undertake. Families were
reared, however, and many did ob-
tain education from the best Old
Country pedagogues that ° fitted
them for a place of prominence in
early American history.
For years it has been generally
thought that maple syrup-making
was introduced by the Pilgrims, but
the American Indian: used this
sweetening agent long before the
white man came to these shores.
The legend of Indian origin “is
lengthy but the gist is,—that a
young maiden waited too: long to
fill the olla, (water jar,—: pro-
nounced oh-yaw) and used sap to
boil the venison. It turned out so
sweet that a council decided to boil
more sap to see what would happen
if it boiled nearly away. To the
amazement of all, it turned into
what we call maple sugar. ;
~ Although Vermont is now ac-
claimed the center of this industry,
it only acquired this position in the
last generation. Women of the pio-
neer families considered it their
duty to gather sap and boil it into
syrup or sugar. This being the only
sweetening agent available. I might
add here, that it was a much better
sugar, for it did not overtax other
organs of the body during digestive
functionings. Trees in the trackless
forests of Pennsylvania up until
. the Civil war period yielded many
gallons, and during my Dad's
youth “Maple Syrup Making Time”
was a “must” on the agenda of
‘many ‘families in the, remote
© sections. : (
To the children who walked many
ets, it meant a night of fun, for
occasionally the fire would be so
large (made so purposely by them)
that a few minutes more boiling
would run the syrup ‘into sugar,
their only confection. A chunk of
pork fat suspended just a little be-
low the rim of the kettle would
keep it from boiling over. When
the foam rose to touch the grease
it would settle down almost instant-
ly. This did not neutralize the
evaporation process, and this was
generally known to the children.
In my youth I have gathered
many pails of sap, but the trees
tapped were red and silver maples,
and they ‘do not yield as much, or
a sap as high in sugar content as
the sugar maple. To the best of my
knowledge, it takes about thirty-
five gallons of sap from the sugar
maple to make one gallon of syrup.
Other varieties from forty to forty-
five gallons. The hours involved in
boiling are the reason for the high
price of the finished product of to-
day, for the cost of labor in the
Vermont camps is in line with
labor costs in other major indus-
tries of our Nation.
Just how many children of this
age would be satisfied with this
form of diversion is hard to esti-
mate, but my guess would be very
few. Other occasions of joy were
theirs, barn raising bees, nut ga-
thering and of course the days of
finger staining, hickory nut shuck-
ing time. These events, along with
slaughtering time were so impor-
tant in the lives of these peoples
that other happenings were tied
in with them. For example, one
might say, that their cow came in
fresh last walnut shucking time, or
I'll start to build a shed right after
maple syrup time.
~ At this time of the year, when
vegetation starts to wake, it is im-
possible for me not to think of the
people that settled in what is now
the north part of Columbia County
and laid the groundwork for the
comforts of this era, especially
when 1 pass the Patterson Grove
section with a full knowledge that
the large scarred maples that gave
food to freedom loving peoples still
stand as a symbol of fortitude. It
might be said that it was pre-
destined that this part of these
now great United States should be
settled by, named, and still re-
fered to, as Irish Lane.
SAFETY VALVE
AT NEBRASKA AIR BASE
Hello Boss:
Just finished reading the Post and
decided to write a few lines. Once
again I will say I enjoy reading The
Post.
I notice that the foxes and rac-
coons are still in ‘the headlines. I
wish I could be there to join Over-
brook Gun Chib in. its hunt for foxes.
Things are once again quiet here
at ‘Offutt. I guess you heard about
the P-50 crashing. I was working at
the Main Gate when we heard the
explosion. My [Sergeant of the
Guard, T/Sgt. Billy Hough, was one
of the first to arrive at the scene
and started pulling out the airmen
from the nose of the Bomber. He
was put in for the Soldiers’ Medal.
I am now working Town Patrol in
Omaha. This is a very interesting
job which includes everything from
AWOL’s to drunks, to accidents and
many other incidents. I pull the
job for three nights and tonight is
miy second night.
It is mow snowing and the past
several days it has been miserable.
It's a big place and we had loads of
Paul.
That's about all I know for today.
Say Hello to all my friends.
Herb Dreher
IN APPRECIATION
To the Folks of the Dallas Post:
I cannot thank you as I would
For all you've done for me;
I cannot find the words I should
To tell you fittingly.
Your kindliness has meant so much
That only One I know
Can e'er repay a service such
As this one here below.
Thereforg to Him I delegate
What I cannot express.
May God repay you—early, late,
For all your kindliness.
Sgt. William E. Henninger
Weisbaden, Germany.
May God Bless ‘you all.
“THE OLD ORDER CHANGETH,
YIELDING PLACE TO NEW.”
Dear Editor:
We picture the amazed expres-
sion on ‘the face of the person re-
turning to the Back Mountain after
a ten-year absence.
(When he left here in 1942 the new
memorial highway was a raw strip
of road running straight through
former pasture land, swamps and
householder’s front or back yards.
miles to gather from the sap buck-
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YESTERDAY
From The Post of ten and
twenty years ago this week.
March 20, 1942
Two Lehman buddies, Pfc. Alfred
Lamoreaux and Pfc. William Simp-
son, are both in 'Australia, but
probably do not kaow they are so
close together. Buddies in school and
enlisted in the Air Corps on the
same day, they have been separated
for two years. ? :
Numbers of 780 local men are
drawn, the majority with high num-
bers.
Elwood Davis gets his marksman’s
bars at Parris Island Marine Corps
Base high man among 500.
Migration of spring birds is well
under way in Dallas, with a large
flock of meadowlarks sighted.
Ultra-modern equipment at the
Post makes possible to publish draft
statistics in close-packed columns.
Residents are asked to collect
scrap for salvage.
Huge ice floe, detached from the
shore at Harveys Lake, is endanger-
ing boat houses as it moves back
and forth.
Shad, 12 cents per lb; potatoes
| full peck, 35 cents; spaghetti, 2 1b
package 10 cents; large grapefruit,
3 for 13 cents; tomato soup, 3 cans
20 cents.
Mr. and Mrs. Edward Andrews,
Jackson Street, will celebrate their
golden wedding on Saturday.
Emma Freda Walters, Lehman, is
engaged to TF. Emmett Murtha,
Exeter.
Frank Jackson describes his find-
ing of Lost Lake.
‘Chief Tra [Stevenson captured a 30
inch lake trout on the ice with his
bare hands Thursdaly morning.
March 18, 1932
Arthur James will run for Super-
ior Court.
Action is started to condemn six
and three quarter acres owned by
John Kaschenbach, Wilkes-Barre, in
Kingston Township, and James
McCabe, Charles Rowe, and Daniel
Sakowski have been appointed
viewers by Judge Valentine. Pro-
perty is to be used for a school.
Autos must have inspction tags by
March 31, the first compulsory in-
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Little boys look smart in collarless
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Correct ‘your figure comfortably.
Charis foundation garments by Min-
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Raise rabbits. Light work, showing
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George [Casterline, veteran ice-
harvester, fell under his saw and
suffered severe cuts of both legs. He
is at Nesbitt Hospital.
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THE DALLAS POST THE GREATEST MOTHER
“More than a newspaper, or nM ALL
a community institution”
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EDWARD H. KENT
We are about halfway through
the Red Cross 1952 fund-raising
campaign. It is not going so well.
Many people seem to think that all
the Red Cross is asking for is one
dollar. If they depended on that,
they would have gone broke years
ago.
Few people realize what the Red
Cross does. If there is a disaster,
fire, flood or tornado involving four
or less families, the local chapter is
responsible. If five or more families
are involved, the national organi-
zation takes over. There are many
disasters every year, costing mil-
lions.
During and after the 1936 flood,
the national organization spent in
the Wyoming Valley more money
than the valley had given them in
many, many years.
The Home Service Department
does an enormous work. This is the
department that has to do with men
in the armed services, their families
and dependents, and all veterans.
\ "John is in camp of the west coast.
‘He gets a letter or wire from his
mother saying nis brother is very
sick, come home at once. John goes
to the Red Cross field director, who
wires the local chapter asking for
detailed information concerning the
the brother's illness The local chap-
ter gets busy :
This may involve a dozen phone
calls, several home wisits, but it
must be quick The man may be
really very ill, as mine times out of
ten he is On the other hand it may
be John’s girl-friend who is dying
of lonesomeness and has talked the
mother into writing the letter. For
that reason it is necessary to check
carefully and quickly.
The wire goes back to the field
director, who turns it over to J ohn's
commanding officer, who makes the
decision.
Please mote that the Red Cross
has nothing to do with making the
decision as to whether John shall
come home or not.
‘All matters regarding pensions,
insurance, and allotments, if they
are mot handled by the Veterans
Administration, are handled by this
department.
The Motor Corps drives thousands
of miles a year, carting veterans to
hospitals, and clinics; delivering
blood all over the area, night' and
day when there is an emergency.
And no storm or might or rain or
snow can keep those gals from going
through.
The Grey Ladies visit the veterans’
hospitals and do a hundred and one
things for the men.
The Nurses Aids do just that, and
serve wherever and whenever re-
quired.
The Red (Cross Canteen on. an
hour’s motice is prepared to furnish
hot food at disasters, fires and
floods. The disaster committee, im-
mediately on receiving word of a
disaster, goes to work and sees that
food and shelter are made available
at once.
One of the curious phenomena of
nature is the fact that in the spring,
when the Red Cross drive is on,
manly people are intensely interested
in the Community Chest drive that
comes in the fall, and prefer to give
their money to it. When the Chest
drive is om, it's the other way
around, One would not suppose
that some of these people might be
afraid that the matches would fly
out of their pocketbook, would one ?
There are some fearful and won-
derful stories heard about the Red
Cross. One woman would not give
because her son had been insulted
by the Red Cross. The dear boy was
in the Army, on the train. A Red
Cross girl came through, handing out
cigarettes to the soldiers. She gave
the boy a pack, and he asked for a
different brand. The girl said lightly,
“Beggars should not be choosers”,
and the boy was highly insulted.
The Red Cross was damned from
here to breakfast because two kids
flip with one another.
Red Cross cigarettes-sold, yes, cer-
tianly-there were several cases
stolen from a warehouse and sold by
the thief-The Red Cross was blamed
because of the actions of a thief.
Here is a statement of fact that
everyone should remember:
The Red Cross does not sell any-
thing. !
The Red Cross will never sell any-
thing.
One hears cockeyed stories about
the boy in an advanced dressing
station who could not have a trans-
fusion until he paid twenty-five
dollars. ‘Well, if he paid any money,
it ‘was mot to the Red (Cross. There
may have been someone along the
line who saw a chance to pick up
some easy money-but not the Red
Cross.
You hear stories of people paying
for blood in hospitals. No one ever
paid one cent for Red Cross blood
in amly hospital. No matter who says
so, it is mot true. If the blood came
from the Red Cross bloodbank, it is
free.
Some hospitals make a service
charge for giving a transfusion or for
blood-typing the patient. That is a
matter between the hospital land the
patient in which the Red Cross iis not
concerned.
In an organization las large as the
Red Cross there are bound ito be
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NY! Barnyard Notes Lo
They aint so much happened sence the last ritin, The winds is
whistling from their Norways and I am up early Sunday morning
seein if the shed roof has blowed off the chicken coop and going about
my other earthly business when I am reminded that this is the last
day before the Ides of March and one more round with the income
tax figures aint going to do any of us no hurt.
I am feeling very patriotic, and somewhat akin to spiritual be-
cause mine has been figured for some days now. I am also feeling
sorry for them as up and down the land has to miss church to do
their final skull practice, when all too onct I hear Granny yellin for
more heat which reminds me that she is home from Florida for some
days, which reminds me where is her income taxes figures, which
reminds me that they are not done, which reminds me that there
goes Sunday all to thunder.
It aint like the dreadnaught to let me tarry with such items and
in this case she is chagrined, and I am not what you might call jubi-
lant. Shortly we are pawing through the drawer where is stored for
safekeeping the insurance papers, disabled fountain pens, paid bills
and canceled bank checks, looking for Granny's income tax blanks
which has been mislaid while she is lolling in the Florida sunshine.
We are about to give up the Spook, this being the Lord’s Day and
the bank is closed and no where to turn for a spare blank when this
crisis is overcome nicely as Granny who has been hunting quietly
and alone upstairs finds a blank among her hooked rug rags.
Up to here the day is saved for Democracy.
I slip the form in the typewriter, fill out the name and address
and ast Granny a few pertinent questions about how is her income
this year as compared with last season and she says “awful, I can’t
tell heads from tails when Myra takes care of my books”. Then she
produces her canceled checks and bank statement for last July and
says ‘there is what I have in the bank”. I ast how she paid her hotel
bills down South, and she says “those checks aren’t here yet. Don’t
worry about that, the man in the bank said they'd take care of them
—that’s their worry.” So how am I to know what she has in the
bank from last July’s bank statement! I now wisht I was better in
algebra and calcalus so’s to find the’ unknown.
So I go as far as I can under the circumstances, filling in the
blanks for age, blindness and subtracting the deductions whilst hop-
ing next year there will be one for dumbness.
By now I am down to line 4 and the scratch papers is beginning
to collect on the table top. Granny brings down the composition
book wherein she keeps records of them which pays dividends and
them which don’t. And all the while she keeps talking to herself
how she is going to get rid of the Perfection Stove which paid only
$3.75 all last season. To which I close a deaf ear and say all I want
is the total. “It’s a total loss,” says Granny. :
The dreadnaught comes in from the kitchen where she is mak-
ing baking powder biscuits. “Why in the name of heaven don’t you
get rid of all those cats and dogs and buy a Government Bond then
we wouldn’t have to add up a lot of figures. “Who said anything
about cats and dogs?” says Granny, hurt like. “You are the one
that brought the cats and dogs here and now we have three dogs
and with mad foxes running everywhere, they are all underfoot.”
By now Granny is in no mood for foolin, what with the hot
breath of Uncle Sam getting closer and closer, and any misstep apt
to separate her from more e pluribus unum.
While Granny pours over the composition book, Myra looking
over her shoulder asts “Is that all Nicholson File paid in December?"
and Granny replies, “I don’t know, I wasn’t here; I just guessed at
December. That's what it ought to pay if they sold any files at all.”
I am’ coming along
d with the tabulations when I ast where
do these corporations have their eadquarters® which is réquired for
the revenue people. “How should I know?” says Granny. “I will be
glad when they deliver the mail to the house, my mail is all mixed
up with The Dallas Post.”
By some sleight of hand the addresses turn up and the figures
prove out and we are down to the line of great decision. Shall we
use the tax table and automatic deductions or list The First Pres-
byterian Church and Salvation Army. Granny wants both, but I tell
her Mr. Truman will not allow it and does she want to be investi-
gated like Tugboat Olga.
She says something about the government being unfair to
widows who have to go to Florida for their health and why doesn’t
that come under the medical deductions? And before I can answer,
she asks “How did Eisenhower do in New Hampshire ?,” and hopes
to heaven her grandson, the young Harvard law graduate who has
left his Washington job to go with Eisenhower’s high command, can
do something about it next year. ;
I can now see the end of the sheet and all the figures are neat
on the paper. “Sign on that line,” I say, and hand her my pen.
/“Thank goodness that’s over for another year, sighs Granny. ‘I
was never much good on multiplication and percentages.”
And I am prone to add a note for the revuneer. “This was made
by her son-in-law, any mistakes can be charged to cussedness.”
intimately.
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