Most springs the spring cleaning bug doesn’t bite me, at least not right away. This year was different. In 1988, I went wild.
Hear how spring sprung on me in this long distant column.
This year, I’m outside picking up sticks and pinecones. Better to be out when the sun is shining.
Actually, housework is never high on my to-do list, unless company is coming.
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This particular teenager is now in his mid-forties. He has teenagers of his own. Rob’s memories about his own growing years may have dimmed, but having children of his own might be a refresher course for him.
April 1, 1988 is the date of this column. I hope you enjoy it.
Grandchildren are all growing. One will reach thirteen in June. Time keeps moving forward.
The cute toddlers grow but as they do conversations with them improve.
Remembering changes of the past is a good thing. Seeing how well my children turned out is a great feeling. We all made it through their teen years without too many scars.
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Back in the Great Depression, people in cities often raised what we consider farm animals.
This short essay by my dad, Chuck Paska, is about raising pigs.
Dad wouldn’t touch the meat from the pigs he bottle fed from birth. Rabbits were also off his menu.
Grandma couldn’t understand her son. She was giving him good, healthy food to eat, but my dad would rather go hungry.
I raised ducks and chickens in my youth. When it came time to harvest some of my ducks — Grandma Jo wanted to make czarina, which is a soup made from duck blood — those ill-fated ducks left our home alive. I tried to block the rest from my thoughts. I would never eat that soup. I guess I took after my dad.
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First Car-E knocked the cap off the counter. He was fast as I had just set it down.
He went crazy playing with it. He sped across the kitchen floor with great speed so I had a hard time capturing his silliness.
Car-E was here there and everywhere, but for a moment he paused and I was able to get this video.
When Car-E finished with his play I had to go searching for the cap. He had flipped it out of sight into a distant corner and I ended down on the floor so I could reach it.
It’s fun having a cat for company.
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