Well, February is same as gone.
This column was published previously on March 22, 2018 and has been slightly edited.
We had another one of those mixed-up holidays this week. It is beginning to look like everything that people my age ever learned in school is either eliminated, changed or has been giving away!
The winter weather water emergency should be shared as a story or example of why people should move to Corning. Its strength is its people.
My brother went home happy… he found his castor beans. It wasn’t easy and not until he enlisted the aid of Beverly Shepard did he locate some. Bishop Teters tried to help, but the man he recommended kept failing to be home. Beverly go on the telephone and enlisted the help of Pat Brownfield and Arvel Patterson in locating about a teacup full of castor beans. He plans to cure a serious of mole problem at his home in Michigan. In case you never heard of it, they will do the job. We had moles one year so bad that they uprooted our flower beds and my Aunt Pearlie came in, looked the situation over, and returned in a few days with a pocket full of castor beans. She used a broom handle to punch a hole in the mole run, would drop in a couple of beans, then close the whole with the heel of her shoe. She did that in several places and is sure made a believer out of them… that was some 15 years ago and we haven’t seen hide or hair of a mole since then. He couldn’t find the beans where he lives because it is against the law to raise them there on account of so many wild deer roaming around. If it is against the law to even use them in Michigan, he may be peeping through jail bars next account I have of him.