Guest Writer: Bill Tracy
I would like to thank everyone for the Happy Anniversary wishes and kind words of thought. You just wake up every morning and thank the good Lord for letting you seeing another day. The next thing you know another year has passed and another and another until then a lifetime has passed. Then it comes a time when all the things that you have collected don’t seem near as important as they once did. Then you start thinking more about the next great retirement in the hereafter. That is the one that really counts. If you aren’t ready for it now is the time to make plans for it.
I have seen a lot of changes in my lifetime when I would ride with our neighbor in his horse and buggy to go to the post office sometimes on Saturday because the mail only ran three days a week. Then swimming in the creek with the neighbor kids after a long hot summer day. Hogging fish with your hands back under the creek banks and hoping you didn’t feel a snake under there.
In the winter going hunting at night with a coal oil lantern and then graduating up to a carbide light. Also in the winter a lot of the neighbors would get together and make balls about the size of a softball out of strips of scrap cloth about an inch or so wide and sewed with heavy string after a few wraps and repeated until the ball was complete. Then they were put them in a large bucket and soaked in coal oil for a few days and then taken out and spread out for the excess oil to drain out for about a day. After that on a cold winter night we would get in a open place and take and light each ball and throw them back and forth between two groups of people. You had to grab and throw quick to keep from burning your hands. Some would use leather gloves but a lot didn’t. We called it a coal oil ball throwing. I have never seen or heard of anyone else being involved in these.
This was some of the things we as country folks did to pass time. We had no electricity or phones and carried our water from a spring down at the bottom of the hill. The dipper in the water bucket would freeze in it often on a cold winter nights. And I would set on the wood box behind the cook stove and put my socks and shoes on by the good and warm stove while mother cooked breakfast.
I wouldn’t trade the time I was born to be born in this day and time for anything. I shudder to think what this world will be like in another 75 years if it lasts that long.
The Bible says, James 4:14 “For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.” We are just a dash in time. Time is fading away fast. Goodnight everyone.