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November 9, 2011 i JULIAN 5O lbs Lay Mash s i !.99 20 lbs Tn-Pro S ! 9 O0 Feline Cat Food , Sale ends ?onday ! !/2 ! 2902 Washington Street 760-765-1212 Mon-Fri 8:30 to 5:00 and Sat 9:00 to S:O0 NOW OPEN SUNDAYS ! O to 4 POPE TREE SERVICE All Your Tree Service Needs Commercial Oak and Pine our Specialty CA. State License #704192 r Hail To Chief Fire House Surprise Party At last Wednesday nights "scheduled" training for the Julian-Cuyamaca Fire Protection District there was a minor change in plans as all who showed got to practice celebrating the chief's 60th birthday instead of gearing up for a night of hose lays and structural protection drills. Chief Dubler and wife Lenny(who helped plan the event) Off In Italy With The Julian News Gary and Kathy Wardein, of Pine Hills, travelled to Italy last week for their daughter Kelly's wedding. Kelly was married in Siena on October 27th. This photo was taken at the villa in Montebenichi, where family and friends stayed the week prior to the wedding. Thoughts by Michele Harvey Autumn Winds When I first settled in Julian in February of 1984, I moved to a house that sat on a hill above the street. 2020 Third Street has no barriers keeping the wind from slamming leaves, twigs and other debris into the windows and walls. Fortunately the house faces parallel to the wind, so we never had to deal with any damage other than old roof shingles flying around. Back then, we had no internet, so I wrote letters with pen and paper while facing toward my living room window. I began most letters with the sentence, "Greetings from the windy city." Moving from La Mesa's warm, dry climate to Julian's harsher winter climate that brings fog, rain, sleet, ice, snow, hail and wind was quite an interesting experience. Initially I had friends who said I wouldn't make it through two winters. Five years later they said I moved here so I could wear all of my flannel shirts. Well, I've lived contentedly in this mountain area for nearly twenty-six years and because of the cold and the penetrating wind, I now have an extensive collection of turtleneck shirts and plenty of flannel shirts. I also have lots of sweaters, warm socks, wool shirts and cozy scarves to wear. I guess if you've lived long enough in a place with fierce winds; you can gather your experiences together and share them with other people who have wind stories of their own to share. I have plenty of stories and collect more each year. In 1984 the Julian post office was housed in the brick building next to the corner market. The building now has a fitness center in it. Back then, I walked daily with my boys to the post office and stores to get mail and any supplies we needed. Robert was almost four years old and Thomas was almost two years old when we moved here. That cold winter, I bundled up each boy to make the week day trek to and from home. Thomas was such a light weight child that when we turned the corner from B Street to Main Street I had to hold tightly to his hand because the wind lifted him completely off the ground. He thought that was great fun, and all three of us giggled each time it happened. About ten years back I bought a Turkey Crossing sign. It is yellow, diamond shaped and very official looking. Mike nailed it to the post at the base of our driveway where it lived for a few years. One windy day a Santa Ana wind ripped it off the post and sent it flying across our property where it sat until Mike found it with the brush mower several years later. It's a bit bent, but could go back on its post one day. Not on a windy day though. Two things that the autumn winds have sent through out yard have been interesting and one of them was a mystery for a little over two weeks. The first was a birthday balloon. I was standing on our front porch one afternoon and saw a big metallic balloon drift across my vision. It had the words Happy Birthday written on it, and it drifted right by me, in no hurry, past our neighbors property to someplace way beyond me. That balloon looked like it was completely carefree in the wind and I watched it float west until I couldn't see it anymore. The second and most interesting things that the autumn east winds have flung through our yard were a deep mystery at the time. As we packed our possessions into our vehicles to evacuate during the Cedar Fire, small round brown things scooted along the ground so fast that I couldn't tell what they were. Since I was preoccupied with packing and driving away, ahead of the oncoming fire, I forgot about them until we returned to our home 2 weeks later. That's when I saw that the tennis ball size brown objects were dried horse plops from the horse ranch aCU oLg  thata'@nchJs east of our property. About a week after we re[urned ome from our CedarFire evacuabon, we had another rnajor autumn wind rush through our property. At a speed of about 60 miles per hour, it lifted the galvanized metal roof off our old sheep shed. Not only did it lift the roof, it also sheared the vertical posts from their foundations that held the roof in place. The wind grabbed the roof and its supports, flung them onto our metal barn roof, and then settled them upside down on the ground next to the barn. The sheep shed roof was completely spun around and landed about twenty feet from where it belonged. Two weeks later another 60 mph wind rushed through our property. It slid the heavy roof with its support structure about ten feet along the ground where it rested until we could take it apart. We get Santa Ana winds and other strong winds throughout the year here in the mountains. Yet it seems to me that throughout the years, the autumn winds are the most memorable. When last week's autumn winds ended, they were replaced by a very welcome wetness. Here in Wynola we had a refreshing two inches of rain throughout the day on Friday. Friends of ours who live in higher altitudes enjoyed their first snow of the season, over two inches of wet slushy white stuff. During Friday evening people talked of this year's fire season ending, so we had special reasons to celebrate the end of the autumn east winds and the beginning of our safer winter weather. These are my thoughts. Soaring To Victory by Allison Duffy, JHS-Junior Through defeat as well as triumph, we eagles love our sports. Having said this, of course victory is preferred. After a three year slump in success due in part to the retirement of long time varsity coach Cary Johnston, it is a breath of fresh air to see some prosperity on the Julian High School girls volleyball team this season. As we head into our second round of league games with an undefeated record, spirits are high and the hopes are even higher. When a well-established institution looses a main component, a certain level of decline is to be expected. Through the last three years, experimentation with coaches was less than successful. This year, my fellow teammates and I were informed of another change in coaching staff. Former Ramona High School volleyball coach Dobbie Wahl was going to give the mountains a try. Her competence as a coach is evident. So far our team has competed in two larger tournaments and held our own. We've gained specialized positions as well as an improvement in skills in all areas of the sport. We've had obvious success in our league, defeating every single team. Not only this, but in each of those games, every single player that suited played. "Coach D" has built a complete and accomplished team as a whole. As any athlete will attest, sports are more than the game itself. Especially in a dynamic sport like volleyball, a sense of team is absolutely essential to success. This season, with the help of team captains senior Kjell Reeve and junior Jasmine Madeyski, Coach D has created an incredibly close team. We traveled to the University of San Diego to watch one of their tournaments, held a team sleepover, and tie-dyed matching shirts and socks. We also participate in "Secret Pals" in which teammates secretly bring each other snacks and other goodies before home games as well as write encouraging notes. There's a universal feeling of trust and I think I can speak for everyone when I say we are having the time of our lives. In short, things are phenomenal. This is my third year playing volleyball and I couldn't be happier. Everyone is looking towards play-offs. Chances are if you walk around Julian High School anytime soon, you're sure to here Go Lady Eagles! The Julian News 5 NOW ACCEPTING CUFORNIA; Groceries. Fresh Produce Sundries Beer Wine Liquor Dry Cleaning Lotto. Scratchers Full Service "Best in the County" Meat Department O.S.D.A. Choice Bee[ Buffalo Meat Special and Holiday Orders, Cut to your Speci[ications OPEN DALLY 6a.m. TO 8p.m. Pa, in one of the Little House on the Prairie books, adapted an old rhyme to farming on the Great Plains. He planted four kernels of corn, saying One for the gopher, Two for the gopher, Three for the gopher, Four Sure don't go fur .... That's not our problem here, East of Pine Hills. In the first place, the cats eat the gophers in our little garden patch. Secondly, we haven't grown corn since 1978. Our problem is deer. Those sneaky scruffy gray brown pests skulk down the path...well, they actually don't skulk. Trip lightly is more like it, big ears up and confident grins on their deery faces as they lick their chops in anticipation of pansies and strawberry plants. Right out of the planters on the walk itself, obviously put there for their delectation, in full daylight. Hence the scaredeer. Some might think it's a scarecrow but crows aren't the problem, deer are. It has a scarecrow style face, shirt, pants, straw have to wonder how long it will be before the deer nibble the straw. So far, however, it seems to be working, along with selective shouts such as "Scram, venison vermin," or "Look you rotten future rump roasts..." The deer appear to have become quite fond of being addressed in this way. They look our direction, waggle their ears, stick out their tongues and occasionally amble off. Occasionally they simply resume eating what would be a front lawn if we had a front lawn: A pansy for the deer Strawberry, too Hunting season's here and We'll get you...