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November 10, 2010 Cold weather is coming and we now have Stove Pellets in Stock at the Feed Store! $6.89 each or $5.89 each if you buy a ton. We'll even store them for you. 2902 Washington Street 760-765-1212 Mon-Fri 8:30 to 6:00 and Sat 9:00 to 5:00 CLOSED on Sunday Groceries. Fresh Produce. Sundries Beer. Wine. Liquor Dry Cleaning. Lotto. Scratchers Full Service "Best in the County" Meat Department ES.D.A. Choice Bee[ Buffalo Meat Special and Holiday Orders, Cut to your Specifications Photography b 1459 Hollow Glen Road Julian, CA. 92036 [ (760) 765 2620 fax (760) 76511 coPiES, co L.ga- FED EX 'It' UPS " G 0 N F I D E N T I..1..,1 ES I Earth Share One environment. One simple way to care for it. www. earthshare.org The Music Of Jack And McGriff Sunday At Farmers" Market Live music at Julian Certified Farmer's Market Sunday November 14th featuring Jack and McGruff, a local band featuring members Tony Helm and Dominic Bennett. The duo started playing music together in the Summer of '08 and quickly thereafter, started writing their own material. J&M specialize in acoustic music acquired from analyzing the traditions of folk, but their style remains open-ended to incorporate inspirations from many genres They recently made travels with intent to tour, and have also performed locally. Vly Thoughts by Michele Harvey I Remember This week I celebrate my sixtieth birthday Passing this milestone brings back lots of memories of events from my life. My first memory is of looking out my bedroom door and seeing a man, building a bed out of lumber in our patio. My older sister tells me that the man was our dad and he was building a day bed for our future brother's bedroom. Morn was pregnant with my younger brother at that time. The last time I saw my dad was when he left to fight in the Korean War. I was eighteen months old. I remember where I was when I heard the news of President Kennedy's assassination. I was in 8th grade Spanish class. When the teacher told us, initially we thought he was joking, because he often played jokes on us. A large number of female students cried most of the day, but it wasn't until later that I realized the impact of John E Kennedy's death..With his death, an entire positive way of living seemed to slide away. His presidency was known as Camelot. While I was in junior high school, the Beatles invaded our lives. I remember how desperately I wanted to see them on every possible TV show and hearing their music took precedent over most everything else in my young teenage life. I remember watching the Beatles concert at Dodger stadium in Chavez Ravine with my friend Don Ray. We watched them, but couldn't hear them because so many teenage girls were screaming. I never understood that. Why pay money for a concert, then scream instead of listening. I remember girls screaming for Frank Sinatra and for Elvis Presley and I never understood that either. I remember moving from San Diego to La Mesa when I was six years old. We moved from a one story house to a two story house. I was so sure that all two story houses had secret passages that I looked for weeks to find ours. The closest I came to finding a secret passage was my discovery of a laundry shoot. The laundry shoot was an upstairs linen cabinet that had no floor to it. It was directly above a downstairs linen cabinet that had no ceiling to it. Since our bedrooms were mostly upstairs and the laundry room was, downstairs, putting our dirty clothes into the laundry shoot was a great idea. We occasionally slid into the shoot ourselves, tumbling to the lower floor in a soft pile of clothes and towels. When I was a child we popped corn on the stove, which tastes much better than microwave popcorn. My brother's wife still pops corn on the stove and is often asked what she does to make it taste so gold. She pops it on the stove. During my childhood and teenage years we camped, watched drive-in movies and spent summer days at the beach. Most of our entertainments were inexpensive, yet fun. I remember helping my mom make potato salad for family picnics. Our picnics, Thanksgiving dinners and Christmas dinners were wonderfully crowded with relatives who nearly all lived within 100 miles of us. As many as thirty people including four generations came with scrumptious foods. Each family had their own specialties. My mother made yams with pineapple, little white marshmallows that she broiled to a fragrant brown and lots of butter. She also made a heavenly fruit salad with shredded cocoanut and a sour cream base. We all gathered and ate at Uncle Carlton and Aunt Mickie's. Mickie and her daughter Sue cooked the turkey and dressing. Mickie once told me that the dressing was an old California family recipe containing water chestnuts and black olives. It had lots of other tasty ingredients and I often ate way too much. My favorite part of the meal besides home made pies was the cranberry relish. It came from Mickie's' mother's recipe and Sue still makes it fresh. I remember the year 1955 when Disneyland opened. We drove through the orange groves and rows of eucalyptus trees to get there. Those trees were cut down many years ago. It was new; it was exciting to my four year old self. As our car got near, we saw the rocket ship that marked Tomorrowland standing above everything else for miles around. In later years we looked for the Matterhorn Mountain which stood much higher than even the rocket and we got so excited that we thought we'd perish before we stepped inside the theme park. I remember how simple life seemed when I was a child in the 1950s and 1960s. Even in my young adult years life was much less complicated than it is today. We watched black and white television, imagining the colors of the scenery and of the clothes each person wore. We watched television shows that told a moral. My Three Sons, Donna Reed, Ozzie and Harriet, Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best, Perry Mason and Dragnet all helped to mold our characters with their messages of right winning over wrong. I remember a quiet life without pagers, cell phones or any other devices keeping us connected to a busy world. Every day I see people who have things stuck in their ears that rd like to hide from them for a short time so they can understand what it's like to have a complete uninterrupted thought. I remember growing up with my younger brother's friends. They were always so full of energy and always busy playing football or baseball. I was older sister to all of them and thoroughly enjoyed my role in their lives. One of those boys became my husband thirty years later. I remember that as children and as teenagers Mike and I shared a love of music and of laughter. Finding each other at the right time in our lives, so many years later, once again we share music and laughter. Weekends we can often be found at Wynola Pizza Express enjoying the music and enjoying laughs with our friends. In my early 20s, I remember spending our evenings playing cards. We played pinochle or hearts and ate home made garlic bread. On weekends we worked on our own cars and friends helped friends. We barbecued and camped together, cooking all of our own food from fresh ingredients. I remember listening to my grandfather talking about how things were when he was a child. Freeways didn't exist. Roads were a new idea in this country when my grandfather was born in 1889. Even during my own childhood, freeways didn't exist in San Diego County. At least not in my memory. In the late 1950s, road construction began that turned highway 80 into Interstate 8 through the La Mesa area. We no longer heard coyotes and we saw our last road runner in 1963. At that time, most of the roads in El Cajon were dirt and what is now the industrial area west of highway 67 and north of Broadway used to be a large eucalyptus grove. A drive to Julian meant getting radiator water for our over heated Buick at the gas station that was next to the corner drugstore. I have friends who literally have no good memories of their childhoods or of most years in their lives. Their lives have been filled with strife and abuses, either physical or mental. I'm really glad I have so many good things to remember in my lifetime and all of my good memories provide me with stories to tell my children and grandchildren. Story telling is one of the best things I remember. These are my thoughts. 1girls and boys grow up in an atmosphere o/frankness andair play and consideration for others, and with a sense of responsibility toward their own families and communities, then they are as safe today as they were when I was young. - Eleanor Roosevelt The Julian News 5 Local 00erience Since 1988 * Tree Consulting and Inspection * Long Term Forest Maintenance and Planning * Hazardous Removal and Precision Felling * Ornamental Pruning and Lacing * Brush Clearing and Chipping FREE ES TIMA TES Licensed and Bonded Fully Insured for Your Protection ERIC DAUBER License #945348 H: 760-765-2975  C: 760-271-9585 PO Box 254 JULIAN, CA. 92036 WE-8690A Unique and Old Fashionedl Collectibles Gifts Local Music Wall Art. Candles Soaps in Wynola Farms Marketplace 4470 Highway 78 Travels With The Julian News Barbara DeGraw and our local news showing up in America's first hometown. Plymouth and Julian each with their own charm, yet miles and differences separating them. Dr and Jean Marie Merick pose with a copy in front as a senior center at Bella Bella , BC 300 miles north of Vancouver, BC Ingrid and Carl Englund in front the the Uss Arizona Memorial