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April 2, 2014 oleo= ice * eee e ee e eeelee• * lee eeeeeee eeee lee =eeeeeeeee eee eeeelee ace e eee eee eee eee WOODWOR NG • Furniture, Repaired, Rehabbed, Refinished • Chairs, De-Wobbled, Re-Caning and Rush I!llt !!] !!!] • Custom Furniture, Built-ins, Interior Trim , , Woodworking Tools and Equipment i Buy-Sell-Trade Woodworking Instruction : By appointment - my shop or your home. : 76021 *eeeeeeeeeeeeeeleeeeeeeeee Jeeeeeeeeeeeeee•ee• All Your Tree Service Needs Commercial , ° ~ o ", Wynola Pizza Announces: Philanthropizza is a new word to describe "giving back" to the community while enjoying a Wynola wood-fired Pizza. Any day of the week can be a rewarding one at Wynola Pizza & Bistro. Sneak out and savor their luscious Wild Alaskan Sockeye Salmon Salad, one of their many thin crust pizza selections or wait for the weekend, sit back, and enjoy live music while enjoying a variety of "made-to-order" appetizers, salads, entrees and desserts. Vegan, vegetarian and gluten-free options are also available. Beginning in April, Wynola Pizza will feature a different local organization every month and donate 10% of each individual order (less tax and alcohol) when the request is made at the time of ordering, This offer is good for eat-in and to-go orders. At the end of each month, a check will be issued to the featured organization. Customers will be requested to leave their food receipt with their name and phone number at the register when ordering. April's organization is the Julian Historical Society. YoUr local organization will thank you, and so will your palate. • (] • : ~ • • i Complete Family e. c s .Y" ........... ....... ; \,"~u~ _ql~'~. ~ T Haroia r~. wlerncK wits wionmty t.arulology ane/. ls// x Blake A Wylie DO Digital X-ray Lab Service r D'eli/rery Sba cm, Daily Borrego Pharmac o,,PPo and Tricare, : Behavioral Health (Smart'are) • ~ Financial Assistance Available. Monday-Friday 8- pm 760-765-1223 ~~.~.~~ 6-Bed Full Service Hospice & i~Q~ Dementia Case by Case , License Senior CQr~z g~746010*g SUNCREST LODGE 34540 Engineers Road and Highway 79 17601 765-0065 Marriages on the fMOuntain Dick Thilk , Chaplain 7B 0-765-1578 co~n~;~ w:e:~.=n~. uesig ed F6r Yo ; call Rey Le , Turne 760-443-3930 1455 Hollow Glen Road (ncxt to Soundings) OFFICE HOURS: Monday 6:30-8am Tues & Thurs 8am-Noon and 2pm-6pm Fridays 8am - Noon 760-765-3456 Now Available Certified A nimal Adjusting No A Only $30.oo The Julian News 5 by Michele Harvey Growing Up I grew up in rural La Mesa, a 15 minute drive east of San Diego. I had friends who accused me of living in The Sticks. Living in a small community where houses could be and often were acres apart, with the closest stores over a mile walk up and down hills and getting to elementary school was a 2 mile walk, I guess really did live in the sticks compared to my friends who lived in houses In The City surrounded by apartment buildings. I liked my yard that was nearly an acre in size with lots of boulders and trees to play in and around and I liked the neighborhood I grew up in and that's probably why I liked the idea of moving to Julian when I was in my 30s. Not only did I like living in The Sticks, I lived in a safe place. As an adult, I still tike to look up at a star filled sky and when the moon is full I see so much detail on its surface that it's easy to forget that some people live where they are surrounded by so many lights, they may not ever get to see a star or a planet from their homes. My friend Rosie Vanderstaay grew up in Julian in the early 1900s. Julian is a small town that still has a town population of about 70 registered voters with an overall population of about 1500 people scattered among 600 square miles of ranches and land islands of loosely laid out suburbs. She once told me that when she was a child she and her friends could go on a picnic in the spring or summer • without taking any food. She told me about the abundance of plants that they could pick and eat as they walked among the local hills and valleys. Those plants are still out there for anyone to munch on if the mood strikes them. Miner's lettuce, dandelion leaves and berries are just a few of the tasty plants that we can find as we walk on local trails. In the late 1950s my grandparents moved to Normal Heights, a densely populated area in the city of San Diego. Grandma and Grandpa's property was bordered by alleys along the side and across the back of their city lot. Riding my bike through the alleys of their neighborhood, I discovered an entirely different culture of people who lived in converted garages that faced the dirt alleys. I didn't know at the time that their homes were of converted garages. I just thought they were small houses. However, the alley people looked and dressed differently than the people who lived in the houses that faced the streets. Back then, the adults I knew dressed fully when they were in their homes just as they did when they went out to public areas. Men wore button down shirts with ties and pressed slacks. Grandpa even wore button down shirts and pressed slacks to work in his yard. The slacks were old and had streaks of paint and other evidence of his chores. However, they were always neat and freshly laundered. Back then women combed their hair before leaving their bedrooms each morning, they wore dresses throughout the day and usually wore low heeled shoes with stockings even while doing their housework. I didn't know any woman over forty who wore shorts and even younger women seldom wore slacks outside their homes. The alley men wore undershirts with stained and rumpled slacks or jeans. Those were the only jeans I saw except the ones worn by movie cowboys until I watched movies where the teenagers wore jeans. The alley women often had their hair up in rollers or bobbie pins with scarves or bandanas holding their hair things in place. They often wore shorts and that was very strange to me. I think they seemed like they were from a different planet. I had a difficult time believing that they were anywhere near the same as any other people that I knew. I wasn't judging them. I simply had very little knowledge of people who weren't like my family and friends. I was too young to put together their house locations and their probable low incomes. At a single digit age, I didn't know rich from poor. I just thought that where you lived was where you lived. I lived in a house on a good.size piece of property and they didn't. I just thought that it was what they wanted, not what they could afford. When I first moved to Julian with my husband and children, we lived in town. My boys were nearly 2 and 4 years old. Autumn weekends were terrifying for me because the number of people who came to town was so large that Julian was filled with thousands of strangers. I knew that a stranger could pluck my children from our front yard and they could be miles away before I knew it. Within a few years I found a house for us that was away from the highway and away from busy roads. Because I felt that my children were safe where we moved, my children were fortunate enough to have a childhood that was essentially carefree. In the winter my boys and their friends could sled in the snow at midnight knowing that they could hear any vehicle moving within 2 miles because when snow lays a foot deep on the ground, the air gets incredibly silent. Every sound is amplified. My boys spray painted a baseball diamond on the street in front of our house and on days filled with good weather, they invited their friends to play. Because we lived near a curve in the road which slowed traffic and because our street seldom had cars or trucks moving on it anyway, their street games were fairly safe and they had a wonderful time playing street ball with their friends. Our house was situated on a series of connecting roads that allowed my boys to visit friends until late at night once they became teens. A phone call to let me know that'they were on their way home at 11:00 at night was all I needed to know they would be home by a certain time and the worst that could happen to them Was for one of them to scare a raccoon. I was fortunate enough to grow up in a carefree time. I was lucky enough to find a place for my children to grow up with a safe and carefree childhood and I wish all children could have risk free childhoods before they have to deal with the real grown up world'. These are my thoughts. Ride For World Health Crew At A CENTER FOR THE ARTS CLASSES WORKSHOP EVENTS Dance • Yoga • Zumba • Fitness • Music Theatre ° Visual Arts • Martial Arts ° Tutoring 4456 Hwy 78 in Wynola A sun's Sun On The • 619-417-4926 .net Moon Jeff Holt 3/25/14 A song says it Tis true and saw it too "The sun on the moon casts a mighty nice light" This morning's light beacon on the east side of the Becomes a half lit sphere Like some kind of lantern Shining back on Celestial bodies in moon a jewel like Venus the pale morning sky East to West Two seen, one not One sun One moon One planet One breath One God Soundless but for a heavenly hum Locals say rain is on its way Onto this scorched land An awful beauty on this day Being in Julian [ am way outside Somewhere through Seeing home out there And in here too What Happened To The Beets The return from a long trip is always fraught with apprehension: What could have gone wrong that no one mentioned? There was that awful April day a few years ago when I arrived to learn my little gray cat had been eaten by something in my absence. Last year the deer had decimated the garden, grazed it down to bare earth except, of course, for the iris, even uprooting the pansies in the planters. Twice. And this year? The beets have disappeared. That is, beets were planted. They started to come up before The Departure, th0ir little reddish stems peekir g out from under tiny green leaves. There was even a halfhearted attempted at thinning same. (Plant your million microscopic seeds ˝" apart...yeah, right...maybe they don't stick to other peoples' fingers...) The next planting was even planned... So HOME! at last. It's dark since the flight got in at 8 p.m. but here are one, two, Nixie, Two-Fer, black big and cuddly Scruffy Claws, all the Inside Cats accounted for and far too many Outside Cats have clearly survived the intervening four weeks. House in order, horses in the corral. What can be seen of the garden looks fine. In the morning the early sun showed a fine garden, much grown, even weeded (Thank the Good Lord for major favors, that one) and the spinach gone but, hey, it could have looked like weeds or been eaten. What shall be put in the Morning Omelet (chickens were obviously still alive and laying) perhaps some beet greens with baby beets. But where were the beets? There was the space where they were sown with plants growing nicely but these leaves were lighter, grayer green in tone, no red at all...and the shape looked suspiciously like bok choy. The leaves TASTED suspiciously like bok choy. Perhaps we mis-remembered exactly where the beets had been doing their beety thing. Other rows of veggies? Maybe those tall ones .... no, Methodist Church After a visit to the fibrary and short presentation. The Methodist Church was privileged to host Ride for Worm Health in our church last night. These young adults, mostly reed students and medical professionals, are riding their bikes from San Diego to Washington DC over the next 5 weeks to raise awareness and funding for global health issues. Please pray for their safety as they journey on. white radishes. Then brussel sprouts.,.something just coming up don't remember what... actual little cauliflowers on the cauliflower bush, the new Swiss chard doing well, Kale kaling but beets? Not a single beet in the garden. No beet seeds in the house. Perhaps Space Aliens have come and removed all beets from Planet Earth? The ones in the supermarket were old enough to make this hypothesis quite plausible. What happened to the beets? So off to buy beet seeds. If they are still available after Space Aliens swept through. You've got to love what you're doing. If you love it, you can overcome any handicap or the soreness or all the aches and pains, and continue to play for a long, long time. -- Gordie Howe