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June 30, 2010 ULIAN 760 765 1020 fESTERYEAR, S Communit,1 Banking , Checking • Savings • Home Equity • Business Banking 2033 Main St., Julian I 765-2765 Member FDIC Rabobank LUERS & DYER, CPAs, LLP CERTIFIED PUBLIC ACCOUNTANTS Incomo Tax and Accounttnl ° Full Service Firm Rebecca Luers, CPA Jan ler. CPA M&*ters Degree m ILxat k)n Personal attention to your special needs Wynola Center. 4367 Hwy. sinS, Suite 112 • EO. Box 1934 • Jtdian CA 92036 Tel: 760 765-034t3 • Fax; "760 76O150 Email: rebecca@luerscpa.com Lori Arter MANAGEMENT CAD/Drafting v' Building Permits ( Project Coordination Bookkeeping P.O. Box 401 Julian, CA 92036 760-765-1113 ANTHONYJ, ROMAN0 Attorney-At-Law Real Estate, Estate Planning, Business and Water Law (619) 696-9916 1901 First Avenue, Suite 110 San Diego, CA. /' BOOKKEEPING & TAX SERVICE on • Full Charge Bookkeeping Janet Ryan Morse, CRTP .Unaudited Monthly Financial Statements Roger Garay, EA • Payroll 2065 Arnold Way, Suite 103 .Incorporation Alpine, CA 91901 • Business Planning and Consulting .rvice for all your Personal and eping, payroll and tax needs " ooo "" o " , o " o oo - Z3 • fax 619-445-1421 3m • or June 5- y@ 4th % lOth Annual Banner Queei Galen . Sermg00a00v l .en Fr61aq Sunday l-Spm the Old Trading Post 36766 Hwy 78 Show 8 miles East of Juln Remembering Kenneth "Forest" Jolgen July 7th At The Library There will be a gathering in the library community room on Wednesday, July 7 at 1:00 PM for those who would like to meet his daughter Marica and share your stories of his time in Julian or other memories. Forest passed away on May 24 after living and working for seven years at the Julian Goldrush Hotel. If you have any questions, please call the library (760) 765-0370. Refreshments will be served. Man's greatest blunder has been in trying to make peace with the skies instead of making peace with his neighbors. - Elbert Hubbard &t* of July Porac/e Thoughts by Michele Harvey The O1" Man Of The Family In April of 199t, Dee Dee Martin brought me a litter of one day old kittens. They lived under Lakeland Resort, and their mother became road kill on Highway 79. Some of the kittens lived a few weeks, others lived a few years. At nineteen years and several months, Bean is the long term survivor, and now he is feeling his age. He's preparing to die, and we are doing what we can to make his passing a gentle one. Bean was one of six kittens brought to me in a cardboard box. Since I worked for several years as a volunteer for Project Wildlife, caring for abandoned and injured animals; I was the logical choice to accept the babies and had years of experience getting up every two hours to feed tiny mammals. Each time I fed the kittens I also bathed them with soap and water, then rubbed them completely dry with a clean terry cloth towel before returning them to a freshly cleaned box lined with clean dry towels. Keeping a heat lamp above them was necessary that cold April and May, and keeping kittens dry that liked to pile on each other for comfort and warmth, then pee on each other was quite a challenge. I fed each kitten formula, cradling them on their backs, one by one, in the crook of my arm until their tummies were full and they became sleepy, Bean got his name because the formula gave him gas. We decided Bean was a better name than Toots or any other name associated with flatulence. When Bean was part of the six, and so small that his eyes weren't yet open; he often was buried under all of his sleeping siblings and soaking wet from constantly getting peed on. I gave him extra care because I thought this little guy of ours would die of pneumonia if I didn't help him. Bean grew to weigh about eight pounds, and kept that same weight his entire life. He was an adventurer, a scrapper, affectionate and a very dignified cat. He never made a sound that an of his human friends heard until one day when he was about two years old. That day the temperature was about 20 degrees with lots of snow falling outside. Inside, I turned to the door when I heard a strange sound that almost sounded liked the bleating of a goat. There was Bean hanging on the window to the front door, asking to come in. Bean was always a cat of few words and didn't learn to purr until Mike came into our lives. Bean was about nine years old when he and Mike became friends. Mike, who in 1999 was my future husband, gave Bean just the right kind of affection that got his kitty motor running. Soon after that Bean spoke up with his strange voice that could never be called a meow. Once he learned to speak up, we couldn't get him to stop. For the past ten years he has had something to say about nearly everything going on in or outside of our house. Throughout his first fifteen years Bean was a hunter. Very territorial; he .only allowed other cats into our yard after they were accepted by his human family. Even then, his acceptance was sometimes given grudgingly. When I moved from Whispering Pines to Wynola; Bean was 5 ½ years old. Not only did he adapt to his new environment; he thrived. He disappeared the days my son Thomas stayed at his Dads, sometimes for several weeks, and showed up to walk Thomas home from the school bus when Thomas returned. They often went on afternoon adventures, boy and cat walking together all over the fields surrounding our home. Son Robert had different experiences with Bean. They often slept together throughout Robert's teen years. Robert kept a glass of water on his nightstand. When Bean decided it was time to wake Robert; he pushed the water glass over the edge of the nightstand and soaked Robert. Years later when Mike was a biseball umpire; he kept pieces of Tflntjum on our bath countertop. Bean often jumped up and pushed each piece of gum onto the floor, one at a time. Bean's eating habits are a bit different for a cat. When he hunts and kills rodents, he eats all but the hind end. Through the years I've found lots of mouse tails with hind legs and butts attached. Gophers are different. He leaves the little headsand eats the rest. Usually he leaves the gopher heads on the floor in front of the kitchen sink. Red Vines are one of his favorite foods. He can eat several pieces in the one inch segments I give him, then immediately lay down and nap. Oreos are fun for him. He takes them apart and just licks the center. Bean likes to sleep with his humans. When Mike moved in with me, he brought his king size waterbed and set it up in our master bedroom. My cats assumed it was brought flere for them. Each found and by kitty agreement, claimed a corner that suited them. Bean was the exception. He, with all eight pounds of himself claimed the entire upper half of the bed. When Mike and I got into bed each night; Bean claimed the middle third of the bed as his own, stretching from the pillows to the feet. One of Bean's nicknames is Boof Boy. His most common way of showing affection is to gently nudge with his head, thus booting. He has done this for as long as I can remember, and it will be one of the things I remember most about him once he is gone. Bean will probably only last a few more days at most. We've picked a place in the yard to bury him. When he was young, he used to sit like a sentry next to the bird[ bath, and he sat motionless for hours, It seems a good place for his grave. All of our cats that died while we've lived here in Wynola are buried at their favorite place in the yard. It seems fitting to us and I think Bean would iapprove. These are my thoughts. Lisa Sanders At The Library continued from page 1 edge of Bonnie Raitt, Lisa belts out songs filled with world- weary experience and hope. She entices her audiences by weaving her heartfelt lyrics and catchy melodies, then adds a stylistic purity that is so rarely found in pop music today" -- Siren Magazine "Sanders sings with such buoyant confidence, [Life Takes You Flying] threatens to sprout wings and fly right out of your hands." -- Karla Peterson, San Diego Union-Tribune See you at the Julian Library Tuesday, July 6th at 6:00. Get there early for best seats. Refreshments will be served and one lucky audience member will win a Lisa Sanders CD in the free raffle. The Julian News 5 Progressively Old Fashioned Unique Collectibles Gifts • Jewelry • Soaps Candles • Wall Art In The Heart of Downtown Julian 2111 Main Street i iii 00a'tio00: iiii !il ! 0000iiiiii!i! • e • • i e • Squirrelinator SAVE $15.00 Disposable Fly Traps = $3.99 ' Lay Pellet so Ibs. = $10.49 2goP- Washington Street 760,765- ! P- 12 Mon-Fri 8:30 to 8:00 and Sat 9:00 to 5:00 GhgSED on Sunday 4th Of July Tradition Trails And Rails And Wynola Pizza The tradition is carrying on with Trails and Rails entertaining the crowd at Wynola Pizza Express this Sunday the 4th of July! This is the 3rd year that this band has come up the hill for the holiday to play their special brand of country music. Walt Richards and Paula Strong, duo founders of Trails & Rails, have a large repertoire of cowboy and train songs, along with standard folk, old time songs and instrumental tunes. New cowboy, train and folk songs continue to be written to this day. Old and new, Trails & Rails enjoys them all. This group also treats the audience to wonderful two, three and four part vocal harmonies. This show on the outdoor patio all begins at 5pm. See you there! The words to "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" were written by Julia Ward Howe in 1861 after visiting Army camps around Washington, t i,[]],.[[, ItJ,,l t,l I,,1 .... Ill it,,° I, t,, i4 t,ll [lli I,itlil[l ililt[ .... =, t , it i,t ii ,t  liil I{ ........ ...... • , , ,,. 4 I It l , ..... ' ' 7 ' " '"' .............................. " ' " i::*,I._1tI77f! [ll,tlllllIIUlllllLl