Garden Road - April 15, 2013 As some of you know, morel mushroom hunting season is only a week or two away. Two years ago, I found my first mushrooms in the month of March. Last year, the first grays didn’t show up until May, and I found my first morels in the month of June—though I did find a few in northeastern Iowa in 2003, at Pike’s Peak State Park. That was the pinnacle year for spores. Mushrooms come out first in the south, then move north with the advent of spring. In 2003, my brother, Grant, and I attended the annual mushroom festival in Muscoda, Wis., and the vendors on main street complained that they couldn’t sell their wares, because all you had to do was walk into the timber and you’d step on a mushroom.
My dad took us hunting when we were young, but it was something new to him—he didn’t hunt them as a child. I just liked marching through underbrush near a stream littered with baby food jars and old beer cans. That first time, I remember distinctly the sight of a snake dashing into the water, and my mom and sister jumping at its effortless motion as it disappeared. Apr 14, 2014, 09:40
Garden Road - April 8, 2013 Growing up on a farm, you learn that some cows are just crazier than others. When we moved cattle from one field to another using prods shaped from willow saplings, it was the muscular bulls that frightened me most, as a child. My mom used to say that they were more scared of me than I was of them. I think this phrase has been repeated over the ages to suit several different animals, including bears, right before you get chased back into your tent, if you make it. My mom recalls a 1950s grizzly bear roaming alongside their camper in Yellowstone National Park. I imagine my grandfather told her how scared that bear was of his little girl.
As I have learned from ‘National Geographic,’ Yellowstone is actually a supervolcano. According to James Morgan of BBC News, “There are about 20 known supervolcanoes on Earth—including Lake Toba in Indonesia, Lake Taupo in New Zealand, and the somewhat smaller Phlegraean Fields near Naples, Italy. Super-eruptions occur rarely—only once every 100,000 years on average. But when they do occur, they have a devastating impact on Earth’s climate and ecology…
“‘This is something that, as a species, we will eventually have to deal with,’ said Dr. [Wim] Malfait.” Apr 7, 2014, 12:33
Garden Road - March 31, 2013 This week, I would like to thank and recognize all that our community does to help make the 'Times-Republican' a great, local newspaper. A layperson, from a large city, does not understand how involved each individual must become in a small town. This newspaper has run consecutively since the 19th century. It is Corydon’s paper. It is our voice. Though it is a private business, it is also a public service. It is a balance of information and entertainment, as well; it is always easier to learn when the lesson is enjoyable, as any teacher could testify for their students.
Though it is a public service, the 'Times-Republican' could not function without the services provided, in turn, by the public. I have received complements for the quality of our sports section; that would not be fully possible without all the members of our community, especially those who take time away from watching their children compete to stand behind a camera. Scott and Kathy Schick provide us with great photographs; their artwork is a donation to the newspaper. They could charge us for their professional photos, but they do not. Football season would not be the same without their attention to detail. Scott also provided me with photographs from home wrestling meets this winter. Heidi Bellon was a reliable source of basketball photographs this past season, for both home and away games. Her daughter, Emily, played for the Lady Falcons, and Heidi was kind enough to rush the court for action shots. I could mention so many more, including communities from other small town newspapers, who donated their time to make the 'Times-Republican' stand above the rest. It was a community effort, our sensibility of working together, sometimes without praise or acknowledgment. Though we give credit in our cutlines, that does not do service to all that our town contributes to maintaining our voice. Mar 31, 2014, 07:55
Garden Road - March 25, 2013 When I was in college, an instructor said one of my strengths was that I never indulged in gossip—the vice of many small towns and beauty salons. When I attended junior high in Cambria, Principal Dave Phillips had us play ‘telephone.’ He sat all of us kids in a circle, and he whispered in the ear of the first student, who did the same with the second, all the way around the room. When we finished, the final student spoke out loud, demonstrating how Mr. Phillips’ first innocent words had mutated into an unrecognizable monster.
I also understand how impressionable most of us are. We might not think our environment affects us so much, that the attitudes of others don’t leak out, but much of our basic and fundamental beliefs are ingrained in us from the moment we enter the world screaming. This is not completely a matter of intelligence. It’s a matter of detachment—the ability to wade through ideas, creeds and philosophies and not be swept away. When we become attached, convinced, we might as well call it a life, because growth is impossible. Mar 24, 2014, 07:46
just a word - March 18, 2013 In his column, Jason speaks about memory. Last month, his artwork was on display at the bank. I intended to go see it, but the month passed too quickly and I forgot. Now, I feel guilty that I missed it.
I’ve been working on an article to turn Adriann Anderson’s entry titled, “The Final Meeting,” from her blog ‘Fisher’s Journey Up the Mountain’ (http://adriannanderson.tumblr.com) into a front-page story. Her heart-wrenching account of the events that led up to her baby boy’s death speak of the power of memory after losing a loved one. Mar 17, 2014, 11:47