Reprinted from the Wadena News:
Kelvington Radio, July 1948
HAZEL DELL: During the 6:30
a.m. milking at the Wahlowich family
farm disaster struck. Lightning
struck a tree just outside the corral
in which five elder members were
doing the chores. All returned to the
house when another lightning struck
a second time killing all 8 cows and
the 12 year old daughter who was just
finishing up milking. Had the blinding
flash and terrific thunder happened
moments earlier the whole family
may have been struck.
And look! Here’s an interesting post from Katherine Barber (editor of the Canadian Oxford Dictionary) about the word “mauve,” which apparently many Americans pronounce MAWV:
None of us are looking forward to another day of the searing heat we had yesterday. Emil was waiting to be picked up but I ran around getting errands done first so he wouldn’t combust while I ducked into offices, library, gas station, etc. Even the car’s air conditioning doesn’t make enough of a dint in the high temperature. I saw an elderly person entering the cool store so slowly that now I wonder if I should’ve made sure he was okay. The four or five trips it took to haul groceries from car to house were a killer, even though I drove right up to the doorstep to shorten the distance. Grocery haulage is my least favourite of weekly responsibilities, even without excessive heat. Picking-off-store-shelves and putting-away-in-fridge-and-cupboards are the enjoyable parts.
Venturing out is required this morning, nevertheless. During the summer, the egg lady goes to the farmers market instead of delivering my two 18-packs to the pickup spot every second week. If not for that, I wouldn’t be running into town again.
Emil has finished his breakfast and is brushing his teeth in readiness to go, which means I must hustle my lazy-morning ass and get out of this housecoat, otherwise he’ll be waiting for me. Not that he ever seems to mind much. And it’s only fair. In the 30 years spent with Emil, I’ve done a lot of waiting. I’ve run circles around him while he walks to the car: active waiting? I wait for him to get out of the bathroom. I wait for him to finish eating, and then for him to clear his place at the table and wipe it, which he does more reliably than certain other people I could point to. But everything takes him so much longer than it takes anyone else that we’re often forced to take a few deep breaths and practise our patience. It’s only really difficult if you’re desperate to use the toilet!