Proof

     The evidence of the truth is correctness of something useful. To establish a fact. When I was thirteen years of age I became aware of the word proof reading. I had to read original and my Dad would make the corrections. When we did the grain ingredients it was something else. They were for the ingression listed on. On the sacks of grain the tag was sewed again my best ones are when we would proof read the cook books that we made. They had to be very accurate. We didn't want to be responsible for a failure of baked Alaska. We published at least a dozen different cook books. They were mostly for the different catholic churches. 
           We even had an order for books from some in huskier, they were talented. I still have a big monkey that is made so its arms and legs are moveable. A bee hive was big enough to put honey than it had a bumble bee on top real cute. They did a lot of craft work. as we got towels, and mittens. It was quite a production when we had to assemble the pages all around the print shop. You would hold a shoe box cover in your hands than put in sheet at a time from the piles and than once assembled they were to the. The recipes were quite simple. They ask for a piece of Jell-O, twenty-five cents hamburger. Things were measured by money. Another one was put in your hand, than close your hand that was salt for things were so much simpler than. 
By Mrs. G

Desire

          Joe and Dorothy were joined in holy matrimony in June 10.The ceremony was held outside in “pheasant hills” It is such a pretty day. There was a blue sky but no rain. We picked the 10^th of June as it was my mothers birthday. She passed away a year ago.     
           The park is about 175 beautiful acres. Land was loaded with wild levies. It has a beautiful flower garden and a pond with fish. They have facilities for eating in. Its a come one come all situation. 
           We are having a pig roasting now. A couple of friends started it before sun rise. We furnished been for two hours. Than you have to pat. No gifts, as we bottle have hold things for our families. I wore my new leather and Joe wore his almost new ones.     
           My flowers were golden mined with prairie grass. Its quite a spectacle to see all the Harley's lined up. The people who ride them get a nap. Just because you ride a Harley they seen to think they belong to the “Hell's Angles” gang. They do a lot of good when they have their like seen for charities. The park land has a lot of paths that are ride able. The will start about four o clock. Well I better get before it’s gone.

By Mrs. G

EXtra

          Additional space is a surplus and beyond the usual size. It’s time for our annual picnic. A group of us who have had a garden in the summer get together for a picnic using what we have grown. I think I better set up for 6 extra. Some people just drop by to see what we have made. I have a crop of potatoes. So I am making potato salad. I'll add additional eggs and potatoes. Ben will bring his fantastic egg plant we had a wonderful growing season. Everything was beyond the usual size. We ran out of people to give our vegetables to. Even the nursing home said that's enough. 
        Pete get the phone call to shell eggs. It was Joe and he wants Pete to come and get him on his extra time hasn't enough in it. Joe makes the best spaghetti sauce. He had extra this year so every lady will be able to take home of it. Hi mom, I turned around and here was my daughter and her family. I wasn't expecting them for a couple of weeks. So it wasn't Joe that had a flat tire it was my daughter. They brought my grandsons along this time. I'll have to call Jane and see if she has any available rooms at the Bed and Breakfast. Tomorrow I'll have to get and get the bedrooms cleaned up here. Pete called the guests and tells them to bring more food. With two teenagers here their wont be any extras. What a wonderful surprise. 

By Mrs. G

Friday

       “Pates Place” is buzzing this morning. Spring is here and our thoughts turn to soft ball. The big boys need new uniforms. We though we would approve a spaghetti dinner. Four- fifty for all you can eat. Salads, bread sticks, coffee, milk, and ice cream for dessert. Hopefully it won’t rain as we have the patio set up as well as the bar and dining area. I can’t decide if we should make meat sauce on meat balls. Both of them sound good. We don't start serving until three o'clock. Mabel says she will bake the meat balls. Carl can cook the spaghetti and I'll make the sauce with meat in it. The player’s wives have their baked goods for sale. I see they have my favorite, caramel filled brownies. Every thing is going along nicely. 

       We started serving at three o clock. All of a sudden I can’t see. I panicked as I only have one good eye. We figured it out. One of my-lenses popped out of the frame of my glasses. STOP! DON'T MOVE! Look down on the floor and see if my lenses are there. We couldn't find it. Guess where it was the only other place it could be, was in the pot of meat sauce. We all had a good laugh.

By Mrs. G

Bug - Off

It's such a pleasant day. Good to be alive. Nature has outdone herself this spring. Trees are in full bloom and the grass is a lovely green. Tulips, daffodils and pussy willows show their splendor.

It's nice sitting here on bench by the "Lake Chief One Eye" waiting for my friend. The ducks and geese are looking for a place to nest. It won't be long before little ones are swimming by their side.

Here comes Alice in her small red bug. We will walk around the lake if we feel up for it. I have a picnic basket in the trunk of my car. I have a tendency to eat too much when I’m out in fresh air.

I'm quite a shutter bug. I used to be a photographer for the "Hanska Journal." I'm hoping we will see some swans to photograph.

Alice has been having some trouble at her house. A bug was discovered in her phone. Her husband is that sort of man. This outing is to help her relax.

Part way across the lake we come across some young boys throwing some sticks and stones in the water. We ask them nicely not to do that. They told us to "bug-off!"

The Dirt

     Dirt is a very important part of our lives. The early settlers needed it to survive. Grandfather Osmond came over from Germany and settled in the town of Worthington. He bought 40 acres of the richest black "dirt" farm land. The soil was good to him. Years later he brought another 40 years. On a moonlit night you could see him in the corn fields counting the cobs of corn and then multiply the number of rows. He wasn't about to be cheated since the land was rented out on shares. Sometimes the farmers terraced the land. Some years ago we received Dakota Dirt, more rich topsoil that blew our way. It blew in through our closed windows and even the tiny cracks and crevices of the house. It's a miracle that with water and dirt you get a vegetable garden, amber waves of grain, and flowers and trees of beauty. We should be thankful.
by Gg 
Edited on July 1st 2013

Peter’s Place

Looking out my patio doors I could see its going to be a very slow day. The ice and snow out there was beautiful but walking to the parking lot, it     likes and   with the people    the snow and ice and snow from there cans. I couldn’t get my   doors open, nor would my wind shield wipers work. Speed was 20 miles per hour. Roads were awful. Susan was here already. She was a nice person and a friendly person. I think she is suffering from depression. Cry and has no energy to get her house work done been that way for months. Pete and Emma said about the tree. It didn’t bother me that I didn’t get to it. Exercise people were here. Kay was here by 7:30. By the time it was time it was to go to exercise she would fall asleep. Sam came in from showering and he showed his misery about his roof at home was leaking, not well at all. Can’t think so if you   a portion of a room you look and describe what you see it helps the mind to think again. Another is to look out the window at the open   . It works that all the new from “Peter’s Place.”

by Gg