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Brazil Buzz

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Well folks, I should be excited. Groundhog Day is just days away. I am not. We will be faced with the same unsolved problem soon. There is a homely family of the fur-bearing critters taking a long winter's nap beneath the chicken house at the homestead.

Soon the woodchucks will be moving about, too close to our favorite garden spot, and us, for comfort.

We have tried to remedy this problem for several years, in a humane way, with no success.

I don't care that one of the wood-chewing family members may or may not plan to predict our weather. Besides, they lack Punxsutawney Phil's charm. He is the George Clooney of the groundhog world!

Changes are taking place at The Brazil Times. One of the changes concerns, "Brazil Buzz."

This column can now be found in the Friday edition of the newspaper now. I don't mind the move. I am just grateful to have a spot set aside that allows me to connect with you, my readers.

I am a wee bit slow this week. Some medication I am taking is wilting flowers on my thinking cap. Hopefully, I will be back to normal soon. Of course, we all know that's not good either.

Nothing very exciting has happened around here lately. I started a sweet potato vine in a root beer mug and carried two half-dead lady beetles out of the house. I found them sunbathing on a living room window pane today.

The squatters crawled out of the woodwork. I sent them outside to test their wings.

My mother called winter warm-ups, "Fools Weather!" She always instructed her children to keep the coats and or jackets and hats on. I know if you are old enough you have heard a similar sermon.

Several times we went against her grain. As soon as we kids came down with a cold or cough, mom reminded us, "I warned you what would happen if you shed your coat and hat in Fool's Weather. Now you have a fever and must stay home from school."

Sometimes I would stand by the heating stove to warmed up my forehead and boy, could I make my teeth chatter! That worked in my favor a few times.

The one on one attention took the feverish feeling to a comfortable level. Trouble was, she always knew when to give me a clean bill of health and send me back to the books before comfortable became tiresome.

Who would not enjoy easy to swallow and digest homemade soups, sandwiches, hot tea and cookies served in and on Jewel Tea's finest dinnerware (wheat pattern) and placed beside the iron bed on an enameled wooden high backed kitchen chair. All of that was within reach of the hand and mouth and not far from a handy pot.

During those down times, when the bug is eating at a kid's innards it is not good to over indulge. There are slip-ups and outs! I was guilty of all.

I instructed our girl's to not fan-off in "Fool's Weather" much like my mother once forewarned me.

They always left the house adhering to the wise rule.

One day a neighbor lady that lived nearby our home on Alabama Street remarked that the girl's were carrying their coats and hats. The Sartor sisters would surely catch a cold or the flu. She remarked, "Don't you know that the January thaw is Fool's Weather?"

The girl's shed their coats shortly after they were out of my scope of view.

I could not scold them when they arrived home from school that day, rather; I said to myself, "I have been there and done that!" Besides in those days, I had plenty of chicken noodle soup, Jell-O and surprises on hand and all of the TLC that they could handle, just in case!

I am one of many that will miss "Harmony Happenings." Gail Roach gave us enjoyable reads, as well as good information. We enjoyed reading about her closely-knit family, including her niece Erin and hubby Joey.

She knew the best places to eat and fun places to travel. She loves to cook. She took us to art shows, Sunday school, church and so much more.

Gail Roach you did a great job. You are a grand lady. Thank you sincerely for sharing your time and talent with us.

I send my condolences to Marsh Riley Carter and family. George Carter was a classmate of mine.

I can be reached by phone at 446- 4852 or at my new e-mail address at pamsarq@frontier.com.