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November 21, 2012 Fixllt Edec t ricf .00ywaff A Weekend Cncrete Handyman Service Brush Firewood Brian Denny An/7AF,_I 9,.7 Too Big For You? ' ....... Too Small For Them? 760/212-4954(C] Too Fun For Me! 6 pm Gaynor Behan, instructor 619 540 7212 POPE TREE SERVICE All Your Tree Service Needs Commercial Oak and Pine our Specialty' 76o Thanksgiving is here, over the river and through the woods and all that. Rivers are a bit scarce in our Back Country, or at least rivers with water in them, how novel, water(!) in a river(!!) but woods abound as do autumn leaves and the weather has been very autumnal and the time for one of the Big Questions of Life approaches. Namely, what shall we have for Thanksgiving Dinner? Thanksgiving dinner seems easy but, no, it's full of choices and each one can be perilous. This is the Most Important Meal of the year and deserves close attention. We start with the kind of turkey: D'Artagnan offers a 5-7 pound wild turkey for $82.99--larger ones are sold out but the exchequer rebelled anyway. Alternatively, bullets are cheap and turkeys cluck through the woods but Fleet, the local Game Warden, frowns on our making like Pilgrims and, in any case, the very thought of plucking a turkey...put that one aside. There are always the local fresh frozen Butterballs, tried and true, easy and not as cheap as they used to be. This year may end up like all the others, on the Butterball path of least resistance. Once the turkey is procured, how should it be cooked? Brined? Bacon on the breast? Basted throughout? Start at 450 and lower to 325? 350 all the way? Dressing (no longer called Stuffing by the Best People as they don't put it in the bird, disdaining squanched up soggy stuffing redolent with turkey flavor, dripping with goodness and gravy) and shall it be white bread, corn bread, wild rice? Oysters? Shrimp? Eels? Sea anemones? We tried to get chestnuts from our very own American Chestnut tree but the first batch went into some ill-advised maroons glace (they glaceed to the point of statuary) and the second went to the squirrels. And sides .... ah, the choices. Back in the Day the turkey was stuffed with Wonder Bread and onion and celery and sage purloined from the Santa Ysabel Grade and McCormick Poultry Seasoning, then popped in the oven which, being part of the wood stove, had an oven whose temperature was measured by hand. You stuck your hand in and said, "It feels like 350." Or whatever. It always worked and it always was accompanied by mashed potatoes, giblet gravy, peas and salad with pumpkin pie and .... oh, draft We forgot we made green tomato mincemeat in the days when the summer garden overflowed! Back to the drawing board. I heard venison was on the menu in Plymouth? "Beyond Baby Talk - From Speaking to Spelling: A Guide to Language and Literacy Development for Parents and Caregivers" (Random House) by Dr. Kenn Apel and Dr. Julie Ma,gterson helps parents instill strong communications sldlls in their children. Learn more at www. BeyondBaby Talk. My Thoughts by Michele Harvey I'm 62 Now I celebrated my 62nd birthday this past week. Yes, I celebrate all of my birthdays. Each year I'm happy to see that I am in fairly good health, I'm vertical and able to take in nutrition. These are all good things. I don't exercise, and I know that I should, however I quit smoking a few years back and I'm not going back, even though I think from time to time about the pleasure I got from sitting after dinner and relaxing with a cup of coffee and a smoke. I don't drink coffee anymore either. Yes, life changes if we want to keep up. Sixty-Twot I'm amazed that I got this far in decent condition. In my younger days I did some crazy things that could have stopped me in my tracks. When I was probably eight years el d, I climbed the mountain next to El Monte Park near Lakeside. I wasn't alone. I took a relatives' small terrier with me. He was on a leash. Once we climbed to the top of the mountain, which wasn't real difficult, we had to climb down. The terrier had his own ideas of descending a mountain, and they all involved speed. He leaped down as often as he could and dragged me behind him. Standing wasn't a good idea because that little dog would have jerked me head first off of my feet. My descent consisted mostly of sliding on my rear and nearly wearing out the seat of my pants. Just one tumble could have knocked my head into a rock or broken any number of my bones. Fortunately we made it safely down the mountain and I haven't been much of a climber since. Swimming never worked for me. When I was about three years old, my family spent the day at Mission Bay near San Diego. That afternoon I was playing in an inner tube in three of four inches of water as it lapped along the shore. The tube flipped over on me and it seemed like a very long time before I could get it off of me. I panicked and sucked in some water and sand, nearly drowning. Five or six years later, I was at the same beach in an inner tube, in several feet of water. The tube flipped me under and I couldn't seem to stay above the water. I screamed for help. My older sister was close to me, but instead of helping, she told me to quit screaming. I guess I was a dramatic child, otherwise I would hope she would have helped me. When I was in my twenties, I worked in a camera store in El Cajon, on East Main Street, near the corner of Magnolia. One afternoon a man came in to rob us. He pointed a gun at my face and told me to empty the cash drawer. Once I put all of the cash in a paper bag, he pointed to some used cameras and lenses in a nearby showcase and told me to put them in a bag. His hand that held a pistol was so shaky that I thought he was more nervous than I was. I actually corrected him, telling him that certain lenses fit certain cameras better than the ones he had pointed to. I had somehow decided that if he couldn't sell the cameras and lenses together, he would come back with revenge in mind, to blow me away with his gun. That afternoon I was certain that I was going to die. The man holding the gun that was pointed directly at my eyes was so nervous that his hand shook almost uncontrollably and I could see that his finger was on the trigger. I was sure that he would accidently fire his gun and I would end up accidentally dead. Thoughts ran through my mind of my husband at home who would miss me terribly and the rest of my life that I wouldn't get to live. After he left, we called the police who soon arrived. Once my boss Paul and I filled out reports for the police and we settled down a bit, Paul told me that I needed to drive home and tell my husband to take me out for a drink. When I arrived home and said "Take me out for a drink because I was just robbed at gunpoint", he fussed because he didn't want tout his shoes on. Then he couldn't find his car keys. When he finally found his keys we drove to The Black Angus, ordered drinks and he didn't have his ID with him. He drove home an entire 2 blocks and left me alone in the bar for over 30 minutes for whatever reason. When he returned with his ID he was so angry at the inconvenience to him that we had to leave. The lack of sympathy I received from my husband, indeed the absolute lack of caring he gave me put a chip in the solidity of our marriage. But that's a different story. I could fill pages with all of the thoughts I've had this past week about the events in my life that could have prevented me from reaching the fine age of 62. However, I've made it this far. I've enjoyed living near five generations of my close knit family and though I don't have any college degrees and have never quite made enough money to cover all of my financial wants and needs; I've led a life with plenty of contentment and happiness. I like my work and I love my husband. It took me three marriages to finally find a man who is totally understanding of my quirks. My children seem content and that's a very good legacy. I could have and probably should have done many things different in my life, but how many people are totally content while looking back on their lives. I am capable of putting a roof over my head and putting food on my table. I can provide many of my necessities through my own labor. I'm 62 and I'm smiling. These are my thoughts. Make Your Scholarship Essay Stand Out (NAPSA)-There could be good news for many students. Plenty of generous people and organizations donate each year to scholarship  funds that help Americans meet theireducational goals. Aspiring students can easily learn where and how to apply by visiting sites such as A critical part of the application process is often a personal essay on a single, weighty topic: Who has influenced you the most and why? Why do you want to be in your selected profession? Ten years from today, where do you see yourself? and the like. Before you even think about opening up a Word dec, though, you may care to heed this advice to help you avoid essay mistakes: 1. Don't rush. Good writing requires time and clear focus. With school, friends and extracurricular activities competing for a share of your life, it's easy to push that scholarship essay aside until the last minute. Bad idea. Start the essay long before it's due, put some time Getting scholarship money may be easier when you know the "write" way to go about it. aside to work on it a little each night or on the weekends, and remember: The best writing is rewriting. Schedule time to revise. 2. Know your audience. Some scholarship funds like an upbeat essay, others prefer a formal voice. You won't know until you do a little research. Go to the sponsoring organization's website and read its mission, history and programs. You'll get a sense of the organization's "personality," which will help continued on page 11 The Julian News 5 WE ACCEPT Groceries. Fresh Produce. Sundries Beer. Wine. Liquor Dry Cleaning Lotto Scratchers Full Service "Best in the County" Meat Department tI.S.D,A, Choice Beef Buffalo Meat Special and Holiday Orders, Cut to your Specifications OPEN DAILY 6a.m. TO 8p.m 3272 [00.omms .. {"li Bill Pay Phone & Utilities i We will be Closing at 1:30 on Wednesday And CLOSED all day Thursday 8 Friday! 2902 Washington Street 760-765-12 2 Mon-Fn 8:30 to fi:00 and Sat 9:00 to fi:00 OPEN SUNDAYS ! O to 4 Plan-ling For The Spring Daffodil Explosion Students from the Elementa G schools third grade classes spent part of the day, last Tuesday, on the side of the hill below the Historical Societies garage planting dafjodils. Come spring they will greet visitors as they arrive in town. It : part of Sally Snipes ongoing Daffodil Project. photo by Heather Blenkush