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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

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Thursday, December 10, 2009

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - October 26 - October 29, 1929

Welcome to the Great Depression!

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman


Not as good a day for our roofing labors as yesterday. The wind blew briskly, so each time we laid a new strip, I had to sit on it and act as weight to hold it down until Dan could fasten it in place. It took us until four o'clock this afternoon to finish the job. I had visions of completing it by noon, cleaning up while Dan went after a load of hay, then both of us driving to town, but things generally take longer than one expects and "the best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley." However, we are glad to have the shed watertight from above, even if we didn't get the other things done, for I wouldn't be surprised if we were due for some weather change soon, which may include moisture.
Nancy and Dave are invited out for dinner tomorrow, so I expect Dan and I will be alone. James went home tonight; is not sure whether he. will come bade next week or not, but I hope he win be able to pick a few days more for us.
Had thought I might hear from mother today, but was disappointed. I had such a nice panful of doughnuts from Mrs. Ford yesterday, and we have been enjoying them for every meal, starting with breakfast. I always think doughnuts and coffee are a pretty good combination as "top-off" for breakfast.

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - Friday, October 25, 1929

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman


This has been a fine, mild day and I've spent most of it up in the world. First thing after breakfast Dan and I had a big bonfire of tumble weeds. What a lot of heat there is in the Russian thistles! If one could only crush them up into briquettes, they would be wonderful fuel for a cold day.
After we had cleaned up around the garden I did up my housework then we ascended to the shed roof and proceeded to lay the roofing. The strips had to be cemented as well as nailed and I got myself pretty much tarred up in the process. We got along very well. It was an ideal day for the work, but it will take at least a half day longer to finish. The roofing is covered with crushed slate which is rather had on one's anatomy generally. My knees and elbows feel as if they had been sand papered and my fingers are somewhat mutilated too - both from the slate and from using the hammer on them occasionally instead of on the nails. Dan doesn't say much but I suspect he is a trifle sore physically too. Hope tomorrow is as quiet so we can finish the job.

Vegetable Sale - Saturday, November 2, 1929

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - October 22 - October 24, 1929

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman


Mother's trunk is packed and ready and this time tomorrow night she will be well on her way to Chicago. She is only staying there a few days then will head for Kansas City and Pueblo, so will be on the road most of the time until she settles down in Denver next month. Nancy and Dave have just gone home they won't get in to the train in the morning so came to say their good-byes this evening.

I roasted the bird and we had him for supper as we were out for lunch this noon. I made an angel food cake too, for mother's lunch and baked up a couple of pies -one for home use and the other for our picnic club hostess. We had such a delicious luncheon and a pleasant afternoon of bridge and visiting and mother had several packages to bring home with her -journey gifts from the friends, which pleased her very much. Now we must go to bed for we will have to turn out early in the morning.


Mother got off this morning. It has turned off very cold, with a stiff wind blowing all day. Perhaps it is as well she is started for a warmer neighborhood, though she may meet with quite as chilly weather in Chicago and Kansas City as here. However, it will be only about a month until she will be heading for California. It seems lonely enough without her.
Nancy came over and spent the afternoon with me for she knew I'd be feeling a trifle forlorn. We sewed and visited by the fire -I repaired my fur coat for this kind of a day makes me realize I'll soon be needing it.
I've been following mother mentally all day on her journey. Separations are always hard but we live in hopes of another meeting next year. Mother and I always try to say goodbye cheerfully because tears at parting do not help any —only make it harder. There's always a let-down feeling for me when the train pulls out, but I can look back on our happy hours together and forward to her next visit.
Dan didn't do any work on the shed today. It was too chilly. We brought home the roofing from town but will have to wait for a milder day to put it on.


I suppose mother landed in Chicago this morning. The papers say they had snow there. It is still cold here but not as bad as yesterday.

I didn't feel up to the mark today so haven't much to my credit. I did churn but making the week's supply of butter could scarcely be considered a day's work. Dan carpentered on the shed this morning and brought up a load of cane after dinner. I didn't feel equal to helping him with it, but he managed to get it stowed away in the barn without my assistance.

James picked corn as usual. I hope he will stay with us until it is all out, but wouldn't be surprised if his father would be wanting his help at home any time.

The poor little lame kitten is dead and the other one seems dopy. It does seem as if we never can raise our kittens. I think Skippy has been rather hard on them as he delights in wooling them around in spite of my remonstrances. But they must enjoy his attentions for they do not offer to run away from him.

Thursday, December 03, 2009

Solar Energy - I Looked Into This

As people yell and scream at each other about drilling for oil, not drilling for oil, yada, yada, rabble, rabble, rabble - We decided to explore the idea of going solar to see just where solar energy is in terms of feasibility and cost.

I mailed in an informational postcard that came in the mail, and set my husband up as the contact. - He was a bit surprised when they called him, as I forgot to tell him, but he arranged to meet with the sales guy - which happened yesterday morning.

To make a long story short, we signed up for a $16,000 system which should be more than enough for our own usage, and will allow us to put energy back into the grid. Supposedly, we will get paid for our energy, too. I'll let you know how that works out.

I expect the cost will come down once more people start doing this, and I would like it to be known that this is my official response to September 11th, 2001. I figure, if enough oil producing countries see their revenues fall off enough, they will hunt down that B*****D themselves and put his head on a stick. (Something I learned that the real Count Dracula used to do to frighten off potential invaders.)

Seems appropriate.

Have A Lovely Day,


PS - More diaries to come...

Friday, November 27, 2009

Post Thanksgiving Analysis

There is nothing like a family get-together to bring out one's finer qualities. My parents hosted Thanksgiving this year and the prospect of going home for a family function has pretty much the same effect on me as a full moon has on a werewolf.

I spent the morning mentally running through the possible arguments that could arise and trying to devise a plan to return a few of my mother's items without reminding her that I still can't find the credit card she loaned me. This caused me to become somewhat agitated, and while trying to locate some particular item of clothing in the laundry room, I uncovered a great injustice that my husband had perpetrated against me;

He had purchased several new pairs of pants and button down shirts at Costco, but had not been considerate enough to purchase new hangers to go along with them.

Now what was I supposed to do? I have plenty of cheap plastic hangers and oodles of paper-covered wire hangers from the dry-cleaners, but I don't use those to hang up his work clothes because they tend to leave tell-tale, cheap-hanger creases in the shoulders and absolutely ruin the shape of the garment. They also spoil the closet aesthetics I have worked so hard to achieve - my little victory in organization in my otherwise disorderly and chaotic world.

He had obviously done this because he doesn't love me and wants to make me suffer. I had no choice, but to sacrifice a number of my wooden hangers to hang up his new shirts and pants. I of course, would not mention this terrible hardship he had inflicted upon me (for at least 142 seconds), but would endure it with stoic silence and just give all my clothes to Goodwill, for what other choice did I have? It was Thanksgiving and no suitable wooden hangers could be purchased. This was the only solution. Perhaps he would realize the extent of his inconsiderate behavior when he has to appear with me in public, with me clad only with an old potato sack. (I don't actually own a potato sack.) ...

I will spare you the rest of what we will now refer to as "The Hanger Episode". To my husband's credit, he listened calmly as I rattled off the horrors that would befall me in my new life with insufficient hangers and assured me that he would buy more hangers the next time he was at Costco. This calmed me down enough so I could finish getting ready and Thanksgiving 2009 was back on track.

As we were driving up the coast, sanity reclaimed my werewolf brain and I apologized to my husband and said sheepishly, "I guess I get a little crazy around the holidays." He just kind of laughed and said, "I know."

Boy am I thankful to have him.


Thursday, November 26, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Here's a little Thanksgiving humor:

Thanksgiving humor: turkeys saying moo around blind farmer
Thanksgiving humor: turkey protesting you only love us for our breasts

Happy Thanksgiving!


Monday, November 23, 2009

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - Wednesday, October 16, 1929

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman


We didn't do any gadding today except to drive up to the mail box. As soon as the morning work was done, Dan mixed the paint for me and I started "saving the surface" of the shed. Got almost all the east end done before dinner and in the afternoon I did a good bit of the west side. It was really hot working in the sun.
Dan started up the tractor just before chore time and ground barley for the hogs and a grain mixture for my chicks.
Skippy seems to have settled down to life with us and apparently is perfectly happy helping -at times a bit too vigorously - to drive up the milk cows -squabbling with the cats over the table scraps, breaking up fights between the roosters and trailing the family around devotedly. He is a nice little dog and we are all getting very fond of him - so glad our neighbor turned him over to us.


I did a little baking this forenoon -and thought I would get around to finish the west side of the barn, but seems it will have to wait until tomorrow.

Just before dinner Dan and I loaded up the crate with chickens and in the afternoon we all went to town and marketed them. We took the trailer for Dan had to get roof sheathing. He tore down the old corn crib and used the lumber from that as far as it would go but it didn't quite complete the job. He wanted to get the roof finished while the weather holds good, but there is quite a bit of work still to do on it.

It has clouded up some this morning. Shouldn't mind it being a trifle cooler, but I hope we do not get bad weather for some time yet. Mother has asked a few friends for dinner at the hotel Sunday. I hate to think it is her last Sunday with us for this season.


It thundered and lightened quite a bit in the night but I was too dead to the world to heed it much. No rain fell so the corn ??spcxing?? could continue as planned today. It would be better for the corn ??spll?? if the weather were a little colder, but we will be feeding up all we have right away, so it won't have much chance to spoil.

I finished my little painting stint this morning then as there was a small amount of paint left in the can, I proceeded to decorate the ??evenarm?? and tongue of the ??ceultivator??. Dan had put in a new tongue and hadn't gotten around to painting it, so he thought that would be a good place for what I had left.

The house had to have the usual Friday cleaning too, so my morning was pretty well taken up. The afternoon was devoted to odds and ends of the week's work.

There is always a bit of mending to finish, usually coveralls to patch and a few buttons to sew on, but at home tasks are all attended to and I feel I'm even with my work. I very seldom can get ahead, in fact, more frequently fall behind, so when the end of the week finds me evened up I'm pretty well satisfied.

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - Sunday, October 13, 1929

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman


It has been like a summer day, and I've had a very happy celebration. Our dinner was not one that required a lot of work beforehand, but we all enjoyed it the more, perhaps, because of its ease of preparation. Nancy wouldn't let me do any of the dish washing, and as getting the meal is always much easier than clearing up afterward, I felt I was having a real treat. Nancy washed and Dave wiped and they both had a good time over it.
Callers came in the afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Writer and Mrs. W's father. We had a pleasant visit with them. They live quite a distance from us and we do not see them very often. After they left, we all got in the car and drove out the Lake Byron road. We saw several pretty good looking cornfields - imagine they were blessed with more moisture than came our way.
When we got back to town we found we had a puncture Dan's pet abomination so, of course, the tire had to be changed, which made us late getting home. I think some of my chickens went to bed without their supper. However, they can always fill up at the mash hoppers, so I don't imagine they suffered seriously.


Another summer day almost too warm for corn picking; James went home over Sunday but was back on the job this morning. Dan has been working on the shed all day, I washed this forenoon and mother and I drove to town after dinner.
Mother expects to leave us in about a week saying she is beginning to feel the call, to march, and much as we hate to have her go, we know it is no use urging when she makes up her mind he is ready to leave. She wants to get in a little visit at my brother's before going to Denver When I'm looking forward to her visit I count the days until she gets here. Now I try to hold them back to keep her as long as possible.


Ironing and cooking took up most of my morning. After dinner mother and I made another visit to the metropolis. I'm not trying to do a great deal of work this week expect to play around with mother as much us I can. I think perhaps I'll do a little painting on the shed tomorrow though, for this is good spring weather for painting and the new wood should be covered as soon as possible. I got some linseed oil in town; we have paint on hand.

A letter from Jean today -the first since they left. We were beginning to get a trifle uneasy and were glad to learn all was well with them. Of course they are enjoying being with the grandchildren again.

The New Hotel Plymouth in New York City - 1929

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - Wednesday, October 9, 1929, Cont.

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman

Dan decided to hire one of the neighbor boys pick corn for us for there are so many things he wants to get done and with corn to be picked every day, he doesn't get on with other jobs very rapidly. James came over this morning to start, but hadn't been out in the field very long when it began raining so he had to come in. Dan carpentered until it got too wet then came to the house and set up the living room stove.

These fall days are rather chilly, especially for mother as she doesn't stir around as much as the rest of us. It is cozy to have the fire going on a wet, cold day and I'm glad to have the stove up. Mother hasn't been feeling quite up to standard the past few days hope, she is better soon.


It was cloudy this morning, but brightened up in the afternoon. The sky is overcast again tonight, however, so I suppose we will get more rain.
I cooked up a couple of pumpkins and made two pies this morning called up Nancy and she came over and got one of them for their dinner.
Today's mail informed, me that I have some more work to do for my class at college — supposed I was through as secretary, but it seems not so I've had to write several letters this evening which is somewhat of a task for me.
Dan put the boards on the north side of the shed today and after my other work was done, I went out and pounded nails for him. It makes it go a little faster and I managed to get along without pounding my fingers. After the chicks had gone to bed tonight we caught about forty and shut them up. Shall try to fatten them for about a week, then sell them, as I have more than I can house over winter.
Mother is beginning to be a little peppier again - guess the gloomy weather has made her feel a bit down. We had a few games of Five Hundred this evening. It is a good three handed game, and a few rounds make a finish for the evening before we turn in.

Rainy early this morning, then the wind turned to the northwest and drove the clouds away. It has blown pretty hard most of the day and is much colder.
I spent some time fussing with the chicks I shut in. Dan cleaned out the broder house and the main coop for me and I carted over straw to them both after dinner.
James came this afternoon to pick corn. If he hadn't arrived Dan would have had to go out as he had none on hand for feeding. We all went up for the mall this noon then Dan walked over after the horses and left me to drive home. It was pretty muddy and slippery and first thing I knew, I went off the grade. I was mighty glad we didn't tip over. Thought for a while I wouldn't be able to pull out again and Dan who saw it all said he expected he would have to hitch up the team and haul us out. But after some effort we crawled over into the road again and got home without further mishap.
I haven't heard anything from my watch and very much fear it is gone for good. Sure do hate to lose it too.


It has really been a nice day though rather cool. We all went to town this morning; I was running short on supplies - had been expecting to drive in during the week but we didn't like to go in the rain.

We celebrate my birthday tomorrow. Mother bought a number of good things for dinner and, of course, Nancy and Dave will be over to help us dispose of them. The mail brought me several remembrances and greeting cards: It is always pleasant to be thought of and I surely do appreciate the way my family and friends remember by natal day. Of course, I'm long past the place where I should have birthdays, but I'll endeavor to forget how many of them have passed and try to feel young in spite of the years.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Cops To Decide Who Boy Loves More

Myrtle and Madge were on their way home from school, grumpity, bumpity in the little yellow school bus, when Myrtle stated, rather smugly, that handsome Johnny had asked her to the school dance on Friday. She knew that this would upset Madge, who had been pining away for Johnny since the beginning of the year.

As expected, Madge was most distressed at the news and muttered something unflattering about Myrtle under her breath. The situation began to escalate when Myrtle claimed the good Johnny had said that he thought Madge was a "Silly Ninny". The two girls then proceeded to exchange insults, mostly concerning the other's less attractive clothing items and anatomy. The situation became so heated, that there would almost certainly be hurt feelings as a result, and possibly necessitate an apology, or even two.

The bus driver, a sensible lady, turned to them after she had stopped at a traffic light, and gave them both a stern talking to - upon which both girls apologized and promised to behave for the remainder of the ride home.

The End.

That is how such a situation unfolds and is resolved, more or less, in a civilized society - one where parents raise their children to behave themselves, even during times of stress and discomfort.

Adults, act like adults and intervene just enough to set things on the right track again. Children respect adults, because adults are worthy of respect, having themselves, as children, been through similar uncomfortable situations that were ultimately resolved in one way or another and put into perspective with the passage of time. This process has made them wiser, and gives them good judgement which they put to use in everyday life to avoid life's little pit-falls and stumbling blocks.

What a valuable thing it is: good judgement. The ability to consider the possible outcomes of each decision or action before one decides or acts; a course of action that is fitting to the situation at hand, and the ability to recognize when a chosen course of action is grossly out of proportion with the reality of the situation.

Which brings me back to the reality of 2009 in The United States Of America, where Madge and Myrtle are just quaint memories or perhaps just figments of my imagination. Because in today's America, a squabble between two girls on a school bus requires police intervention, trips to the emergency room and will, most likely, mean an Arizona lawyer or two will be gainfully employed for the foreseeable future.

When you consider how much all of that will cost, you begin to understand how expensive it is for a society when civility breaks down and manners, restraint and a disciplined approach to proper conduct are tossed out in favor of self-actualization and the perpetual demanding of one's rights.

Let me reiterate: A situation on a bus in Arizona that should have been nothing more in the grand scheme of things than a mention at the dinner table, involved grown men carrying guns, an emergency medical response unit, and medical professionals at the hospital.

Send Gloria Steinem the bill for that.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - Wednesday, October 9, 1929

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman
A little cool today, but not at all unseasonable. Dan cleaned out the stock tank this morning. I helped him tip it on end so he could scrape it well. It had to be moved to a little different position so it was good chance to give it a thorough scrubbing. The new mill pumped it full again without any expenditure of either muscle or gasoline.
Mr. and Mrs. Cope drove out for a little call just before we went over to Nancy's. The child had such a nice dinner prepared for her families and presided with very pretty dignity at her own table. Mary and I helped clear up afterwards and got in our share of visiting. The men of course, did the usual wandering around inspecting things generally.
Before we came home we drove over to see the fine new chicken house Mary is building. (Bob is doing the carpenter work, but it is Mary's project.) It is going to be very complete and if Mary's birds don't pay for it, it certainly won't be her fault, for they will be exceptionally well housed and she always gives them every care and attention.
Dave and Nancy have been over here all evening and we have been listening to the radio; haven't had much pleasure from it for some time for we've been using the batteries in the pump engine.

It has settled down cloudy tonight has been quite windy all day and has turned off really chilly this evening so a little fire feels good.

I dug my carrots this morning then made some butter as I hadn't enough on hand for dinner. Mother and I each tried to drink a glass of buttermilk after the churning was done. We managed to down it, but cannot say we enjoyed it. I gave Dan a glassful when he came in from picking corn and he thought it was good, but some way I've never been able to work up any enthusiasm for it.

After the butter was done and the churn washed I picked up another lot of cobs. Skippy accompanied me to the hog lot and "shooed" the pigs away from my baskets.

After dinner we went to town with the trailer as Dan had to get some siding for the shed. Mother and I did our errands while he was loading. On the way home. I discovered I had lost my wrist watch and I feel so badly for Dan gave it to me several years ago and I thought so much of it. I haven't an idea where I lost it either.

1929 Maytag aluminum washer

A Case Of Aggressive Panhandling

What is the proper way to deal with aggressive panhandlers? If somebody asks you for money, are you obligated to fork it over? What if that somebody is demanding $50 from you, to pay for something that you have already given money to pay for?

Does one just smile and write out a check, figuring that $50 is a small price to pay to keep the peace and harmony in one's life? This is the situation a friend of mine is facing at the moment. In the end, she pulled out her checkbook and paid up, because she wanted to protect her son who has to spend his days with the panhandlers.

No, she doesn't send him out on the street to beg for money, his elementary school is demanding the money in the form of a pledge drive in which 100% participation is mandatory. A parent has taken it upon himself to harass all the other parents of the children in the class until they too, pledge money.

First there were multiple emails, then the phone calls started. One message informed her that a certain member of the office staff was waiting for her to bring the envelope by containing her pledge. She finally gave in when her son came home and told her that his parents were one out of three sets of parents that had not yet paid up. Don't think for a moment that he learned this in any sort of private setting - all of his classmates are wise to this bit of information as well.

Am I wrong to think that this is a few steps over the line? Especially these days, $50 can be a substantial amount of money - it can mean having water or electricity for the next month, or being able to pay that little bit extra on a high interest credit card to finally start to attack the principle. There were a few months there where all our bills were turning red and I didn't have $50 extra dollars. Not to mention the fact that my friend and her husband pay boom market property taxes which are supposed to pay for the schools.

My daughter went to private school and the administration there looked over our shoulders the entire time when we started fund raising for the senior prom to make sure we didn't put pressure on anyone or put them in a tight spot (Just call me Guido...).

I dunno, is this normal now in elementary school? Has anyone else had this kind of experience at a public school? I am interested to hear what people think, so by all means say your piece!


PS... More "Diary" later today, after I get some sleep.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

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Monday, November 09, 2009

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - Friday, October 4, 1929

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm WomanFRIDAY, OCTOBER 4 (1929)

The weather behaved properly, the helpers arrived in good season, and before noon the mill was in place. It was rather interesting to watch it raised. Mother and I went out and viewed the proceedings. I held one of the guy ropes, but didn't actually do any work. I scribbled around more or less earlier, preparing food, as I supposed of course the three extra helpers would be here for dinner but they finished about eleven and went off to a sale so there were only the four of us to eat, after all.

After dinner Dan and the man mixed and poured the concrete around the anchor posts and filled in the holes so our mill is in running order, I'm glad to say. Dan says it took quite a bit longer to set it up than he had expected but they made a good job of it.

It is quite cloudy this evening and has turned somewhat colder.


We drove in this morning with cream and eggs, did our marketing, and brought out a couple of sacks of cement to use in concreting the anchor posts of the mill. They thought they would be able to raise it after dinner, but the wind came up and they decided to wait until tomorrow. They want to have it well anchored so the winds won't topple it.

One of the neighbors phoned this morning offering me a stray dog that had come to them. Mother and I stopped for him on our way home from town. He is a nice little pup- collie, I'd say, and promises to be quite intelligent. I hope he doesn't run away.

Mother and I had planned on going to a show this afternoon, but Dan thought they might need me here on a guy rope when the tower was raised so we decided we would wait until another day. They did not use me but I found enough to keep me busy. For one thing, I stocked up with cobs, just in case we get a rain. Some extra men will be here in the morning, weather permitting, and I hope the mill will be upright on its four legs this time tomorrow.

Will got back from his trip last night and he and Jean drove out for a little visit this evening.

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - Sunday, September 29, 1929

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman

Will left this morning for a brief trip to the western part of the state. I asked Jean to come out for dinner with us, but she decided she preferred staying at home and resting. I had an easy time o£ it myself as the remains of yesterday's luncheon were ample for our dinner today.

Dan worked on the shed all forenoon and I helped him get up some of the roof rafters. It has been a beautiful fall day and it was nice to be out in the sunshine.

Some friends called in the afternoon and we visited with them until chore time. Just as we started milking the man came to arrange about setting up the windmill. He will come to work on it Tuesday, so I hope our hand pumping days are about over. The engine has continued on its good behavior however. '"Twas ever thus!" Probably if the windmill hadn't been ordered, the engine would have been on a strike most of the time. Inanimate things are about as "contrary" as animate.

Some of my spring chicks have been showing signs of cold lately, so I decided I'd better clean and spray all the houses today. The washing had to be done first but as soon as that was on the line, I armed myself with broom, pitchfork and spray gun, and set out to wage war on the roup germs. Tonight I feel quite as if I'd been in some kind of a fight! I shut the east coop off and am using it as headquarters for all sneezers, and have instructed Dan if he hears any bird coughing or sniffling, he is to capture it and shut it up, so I hope to cut short any serious outbreak.

Dan went out to dig potatoes this afternoon. He did his corn picking before dinner. About 4:30 a brisk shower came up and it rained until we were through milking. Mother and I are due in town for a party tomorrow - hope it doesn't get too sloppy.


A glorious day. Everything looked so pretty in the sunshine for the grass is greener now than it has been all summer and the trees are all bright yellows and reds. Last year at this time, mother and I were in Denver making trips to the mountains and reveling in scenery and gorgeous coloring. She would like me to go with her again this year, but I tell her I can't indulge in such dissipations every year, much as I would enjoy it.

Our windmill expert didn't show up this morning - got here about the middle of the afternoon and when mother and I got back from town, he and Dan were busy putting the tower together.

I got the ironing out of the way this forenoon and found time for a little mending too. I wish all this month would be as beautiful as the beginning. Already we're beginning to hear prophecies of "the worst winter in years." But I suppose there is no use crossing the bridge until we come to it. If one had heaps of feed for the stock it wouldn't be so bad, but when haystacks are few and there is a shortage of everything else, one hopes for an open winter.

1929 Vacuum Ad - The Joy Of A Really Clean Home

Saturday, November 07, 2009

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - Tuesday, September 27, 1929

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman
Rain again. I'm not sure whether we will have our luncheon tomorrow or not, but am hoping the ladies can get here. Jean and Will drove out tonight to see how the roads were. Jean has to bring the "picnickers" out tomorrow as none of the others drives and naturally she is not keen about coming if the road is bad. I dressed a couple of fries for tomorrow and got the house in order so am ready for guests if the guests can come.
Dan picked corn in the forenoon and carpentered in the afternoon. He has the side studding ready to raise. He is using considerable old lumber which takes longer to work in, but he has to utilize what was in the old shelter as we can't put too much expense on the building. It is going to make a fine roomy addition to the barn. At least the animals will have good quarters this winter whether they have enough to eat or not.

It sprinkled off and on until nine o'clock this morning, then decided to clear up partially, so our guests got here without much trouble. I furnished the hot dish for lunch as I wanted to serve fried chicken and the other ladies supplied the balance of the menu -coffee cake that tasted like more, a salad as tempting to look at as it was good to eat and peach ice cream that made one wish for a greater capacity or else that she had eaten less of the substantials. One of our crowd couldn't come, much to our regret. The others made up a game of bridge after lunch while I cleared things up. We don't have prizes - just play for the interest of the game and we always have a good time. These picnic lunches are really a very nice way to do, for the hostess has an easy time of it and it is not very strenuous for anyone.
There was so much food left that I told Nancy she and Dave would have to come to dinner tomorrow to help us dispose of it. We had some of the ice cream for supper then Dan repacked it and I think it will keep over for tomorrow.
Dan, not being invited to the lunch, had his dinner early and spent the afternoon working on the shed. We gave him some of the ice cream, however, when dessert time arrived for the rest of us.
The windmill was delivered this evening -hope we'll have it in working order this time next week.

1929 Flapper Fanny Cartoon

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - Tuesday, September 24, 1929

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm WomanTUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 24 (1929)
There was such a collection facing us in the attic this morning that we scarcely knew where to begin. I established mother on the stairs and put her to sorting magazines while I looked over the books and decided which ones I wanted to keep. The give-away pile loomed up pretty well when I was through - about forty volumes in all. After the books and magazines were in order we went through some boxes finding several garments which might be made useful for some one. I still have two trunks to investigate, but I can find my way around the attic now and it is at least respectable. We thought we would take the books in to the library after dinner, but it started to rain, so we concluded home looked better than a damp drive.
Dan and I went up for the mail and delivered a big bunch of magazines to our young neighbor who has been ill. When we got home mother and I indulged in a little nap while Dan worked on the new shed.

Still rainy -I hope it clears up by the last of the week for the picnic luncheon ladies are to come out here Saturday.

I baked a pumpkin pie this morning and did the ironing. Dan had to pick a load of corn in spite of the dampness. We are glad of the moisture because the soil can always use it, but can't help wishing it had come in the growing season.

Dan is getting the plates on the shed. Of course, he can't work at the building steadily as there are so many other things to be done, so it goes rather slowly.

At last our windmill is ordered —expect it will be here by the last of the week. Dan will have to have help to set it up as I fear he and I aren't equal to it alone. We've tackled quite a few husky jobs, but that is too big a one to venture on.


We thought perhaps it wasn't going to rain much today so all went to town this morning. We had hardly gotten there when the clouds settled down in earnest and dropped their contents in a deluge. We got a little damp around the edges in dashing from store to store but managed to get all our errands done. We made a brief call on Jean, then went back down town for lunch. After we came home it brightened up for a time but is drizzling again tonight.

I busied myself on odd jobs this afternoon and got a number of little things done.

Dave and Nancy were over this evening. Merely living is a glorious experience to them at present. Of course this extremely exalted state can't last indefinitely. It is blissful while it does but unfortunately they will have to come down to earth in time. However, I believe their love will wear well. It is sure to if they will but realize that a happy married life comes from mutual effort—it needs give and take on both sides and forbearance always to make it a success.

1929 Smart Pattern Hats

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - Monday, September 23, 1929

Sorry for jumping around, but I found entries as far back as 1929. I will try and go in order now...

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman

Quite breezy today too, but cooler than yesterday. After the washing was on the line I cleaned out the brooder house, but didn't get the straw in until after dinner. I find I can carry twice as much straw and do it much more easily if I put it in sacks. Then too, it does not blow as it does when I use the bushel measure for transportation. I think that is quite a "discovery" -wonder if Good Housekeeping magazine would pay me a dollar for that idea. Perhaps, though, that is the way most people carry their straw and I was being stupid not to think of it sooner. I always feel virtuous when I have the coops all clean, mash hoppers full and all shipshape. Tomorrow.. I think we will tackle the attic.

Dan went to town this afternoon for lumber for the shed hauled it out on Will's trailer. That is so much easier than going in the wagon. Life really is simpler in many ways than it used to be. When I recall our homesteading days when most of the town trips were made in the wagon -thirty miles each way- it seems as if things are much easier nowadays. But we are spoiled too, for now even a five mile wagon trip seems very tedious.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Watch This, Make Your Kids Watch This, Your Neighbor's Kids, Grand Kids,

Some never lose sight, some have forgotten and some don't want you to know. I don't think this is taught in the schools anymore... but it sums it up nicely.



PS - Working on next episode of South Dakota Farm Woman...

Sunday, November 01, 2009

City Of Ventura Spending Cuts And Other Big Fat Lies

On Tuesday we have a local election here in Ventura County. There is a measure on the ballot which proposes increasing our local sales tax by 1/2 a cent for 4 years, because the city claims it is experiencing hard times, just like the rest of us. Measure A is being sold with the usual buzz words of "avoiding cuts to police and fire" and "keeping Ventura safe". At least that is what the glossy mailer said. It listed a website address to go find out more - I took a look at the website, then thought I should take a look at the budget to see just how dire things were.

Here is what I found:

All of the proposed "cuts" and "savings" produced budgeted expenses that are $600,000 higher than last year. In addition, they claim to have eliminated 40 positions - which I, and most likely any reasonable person would assume meant that they would have fewer employees, and lower expenses.

When I looked at the detail of the "cut" positions, many of them were listed as "vacant" - meaning nobody actually was working in those jobs. Despite this, they are making all kinds of cuts they say to police and fire - which according to their own survey, were the community's top priority. What I don't get, is why do you have to make cuts when you spend more?

The sickening thing here is that these "public servants" are using the state of the economy to justify raising taxes yet again, which will hurt the already struggling local business even more - and their own revenues haven't even declined. They just want to spend more money.

What has actually happened is that they have burned their way through the city's reserves. How many of you out there have cut your spending by increasing it by $600,000? And if you have, can you please respond with how that works?


Sign me,



Tuesday, October 27, 2009

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Monday, October 26, 2009

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Saturday, October 24, 2009

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - December 1936

(Editor's Note: Here starts the diary of a woman living on a farm in Beadle County- She will give readers a peek at the daily routine, the joys and sorrows, the work and play of an average Central South Dakota farm family. Other farmers will recognize in it the story of their own lives. It will help give city dwellers a better understanding of the problems of their brothers and sisters on farms.)


Monday: Fourteen, degrees below zero this morning! Rather hard on little toes and fingers that had to walk to school. Our youngsters were ready and waiting when the bus that carries them to high school came along.

I washed this morning and hung everything out. All but the heaviest pieces dried. I think if it continues cold I'll begin hanging things upstairs to dry and on the porch. Lucky is the woman, who has a light, warm basement on wash day in the wintertime.

Canned sausage this afternoon. Instead of cold packing as one does with most meat, I packed this in pound coffee tins and cooked in a slow oven. When done the lard nearly covered it, so I put on the covers tightly and put away. It will taste mighty good with pancakes in the spring when all our other meat is gone.

We caught all the chickens that were roosting other places than the henhouse tonight and shut them in. The four of us got at it and it wasn't so cold a job as we thought. I held the flashlight, Dad caught them and tbe children carried them in. Jerry insisted he had school work a mile high to do and Jane had a headache but I noticed that both the work and headache disappeared like magic after we got in. There was time and energy for a rousing game of monopoly. Be true to me now, memory o' mine, was I ever like that?


Tuesday: I'm horribly late but nevertheless I baked eight fruit cakes today, about a pound in each cake. We are invited out for Christmas dinner so surely these will be all right for New Year's. Ironed, baked bread and scrubbed the porch floor. Should be doing some mending tonight, but I just didn't feel "patchy".

Bought a book Saturday for a Christmas gift and since I've wanted this particular book for so long myself, I'll have to read it before I wrap it and give away. It's "'R You Listenin' " by Tony Wons. Our entire neighborhood used to listen to his broadcasts a year or two ago. Some mighty good advice and I have his philosophy of life. If our club women ask for suggestions on a study book again I think I'll suggest him.

Jerry wants a watch for Christmas! I wonder if we can manage it. Of course he's sixteen, a man of the world now! Done with childish gifts. His father suggested we get him a shaving outfit of his own and did that please him. He's bean waiting years for the first sign of a whisker and at last the day has come. Jane insisted it was only "fuzz" and then the battle was on.

RH Note: This series: Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman, continues for I year or so. I thought I would start posting the installments and see how it goes. If people like to read this column (from 1936 - 1937), and I don't get sued, then I will try to post them all. It is a bit of work to edit out all of the "copyos" so I'll get to it as often as I can, if there is interest.


Memo To: Newspaper Editors, Freedom Fry Munchers, 'Hate Speech' Nazis, The British Government, Boomers

I found America. You won't believe where! America was hiding out in 1935 South Dakota. Perhaps with a little coaxing, we can convince America to come back to 2009. We need her.

I must say, it is really impressive to see how much wisdom there was on just a single page of a small town South Dakota newspaper in 1935. First, in the Open Forum (letters to the editor section) there is a quote by a famous Frenchman:

"I do not agree with a word that you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it"

VOLTAIRE (1694 - 1778)

There is something so familiar about that quote... defending the right to say what you want, to have a right to speak one's mind, to speak freely, to have the freedom to voice one's opinion... nope - just can't put my finger on it.

Perhaps there is a clue in the dates, the period of time in which Voltaire lived: 1694 to 1778. Didn't something else happen in the 1700's? Closer to 1778, if I am not mistaken?

Maybe not. I mean Voltaire was French. What could the French possibly have to do with America? It's not like they ever did anything for us, right?

Anyway, I found a quite remarkable description of the purpose of a newspaper:
The newspaper that would serve best must first of all, publish the news truthfully, interestingly and fairly, with neither fear nor favor. That the people might know and judge. To the best of its ability it must lead and inspire leadership toward improvement and progress. If this means battle, it must ever be ready to do battle But it must fight fairly, always with a willingness to act as a forum open to all opinion.

As it goes into the home, it must enter as a gentleman that it might deserve the respect and confidence of all of its readers.

As a guest bringing in interesting information and valued guidance, It should also brighten its visit by furnishing cheer and entertainment. As it seeks influence, it must also accept responsibility. It must be a newspaper for today, published with a constant thought for tomorrow.


RE-EMPLOYMENT REALISM - The More Things Change...


Christian Science Monitor

President Roosevelt's radio address Thursday night expressed more of a conservative attitude toward the relief problem in the United States than he has yet voiced. In this respect, so far as the words are borne out by action, the present attack on the question of re-employment should be more satisfying and reassuring to those who believe the nation should get quickly back to reliance on private rather than governmental methods.

The points in which Mr. Roosevelt indicated this change of direction, or rather change of emphasis, toward retrenchment were these:

  • He hailed the increase of employment in private industry by 350,000 in September, bringing the total gain, to 5,000,000 since the bottom of the depression.

  • He hoped that the necessities of government relief furnished by funds received by taxation should decrease as rapidly as human needs will allow.

  • He appealed for greater support of local and private
    charities to assist in making it possible to turn back the care of the needy to the states and to these organizations.

  • He stressed the word "work" and added, "Neither private charity nor government relief wants to continue to help people who can work but won't work."

These all represent commendable purposes. Private business deserves a continued "breathing spell" from political heckling in order to show what it can do in keeping the recovery
ball rolling. Every bit of taxation that can be reduced or avoided by lightening the relief load will help in this process.

A measurable return of local, neighborly and personal responsibility for the legitimate demands, of charitable aid will be far better than a continued drift into the easy and lazy courses of governmental paternalism.

Sternness must be judiciously mingled with humaneness, but in the long run it has to be remembered that only work produces goods and only the willingness to work merits their enjoyment.

Evening Huronite, Huron, South Dakota, October 31, 1935 - Editorial Page


P.S. In 1935 the country is still right smack in the middle of the Great Depression.

Blast From The Past - 1937

Hoover warns the Republicans they can't hope to succeed without setting up some principle other than mere dislike of the administration in power. Why not? Didn't the Democrats do it in 1932?

Herbert Hoover, a Republican, was president from 1929 - 1933. It would be 20 years before another Republican called the White House home; Dwight D. Eisenhower became president in 1953.

Here is what his page on says about him:

In domestic policy the President pursued a middle course, continuing most of the New Deal and Fair Deal programs, emphasizing a balanced budget. As desegregation of schools began, he sent troops into Little Rock, Arkansas, to assure compliance with the orders of a Federal court; he also ordered the complete desegregation of the Armed Forces. "There must be no second class citizens in this country," he wrote.

Have a nice day,


P.S. The name Eisenhower is an anglicized version of the German "Eisenhauer" which means iron smasher or blacksmith.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Zombieland - Observation

Note to anyone who is familiar with the 4Th Turning. Zombieland is a rather perfect example of a Thirteener (X'er) assisting Millennials in a rather Topsy Turvy crisis world. Boomers are completely absent with one exception where a famous Boomer appears to provide for comical distraction but is ultimately done in by ignoring the reality of the situation.


Towing The Party Line Right Off The Cliff

In today's Boomer-ized America, rational discussion of what ought to be the goals of our nation and which course to set to achieve them, is next to impossible. As somebody who keeps up with what both the left and the right are currently ranting about, it is quite obvious to me that very little will be achieved by our nation as long as this continues. I find this somewhat annoying, as there is really no deep reason why the guilty parties couldn't behave themselves and start a serious, productive dialog to resolve our national issues, and get us the hell off the cliff that we as a nation are teetering on at the moment.

The reason we are where we are is that we seem to have an entire generation of people, members of which are running the country, who absolutely refuse to deal with reality, instead opting to tow the party line, no matter how absurdly wrong for the given circumstances the party may be. Any attempt at discussion or debate invariably results in a word for word recitation of the official party doctrine. This happens on the left and on the right - none of you are innocent.

For example, our country is overrun with foreign nationals who ignore our laws, use our resources, and meddle in our politics while their own government cheers them on - (they would of course, as it takes the burden off of them and allows them to avoid any serious reform which would eliminate the need for millions of their citizens to flee their own country). Instead of doing something about THIS situation the democrats still want to amnesty the millions upon millions of people who have absolutely no respect for the laws of this country. They fight every attempt to ensure that available jobs go to American citizens and legal residents despite an unemployment rate of at least 10%, most likely substantially higher. They try to include illegal aliens in their health care program despite the fact that this country is broke, states are broke and people are broke. The magic money tree that they rely on will ultimately exact such a cost on this nation that we will end up considering ourselves lucky if we manage to still be a member of the 1st world when all is said and done.

On the right, the line is simply to call everything socialist and compare it to France. They completely ignore the fact that even the purest of the pure free-market economic theory recognizes the need for government intervention, regulation, oversight and administrative duties. The right embraces capitalism as a religion and awards it the same faith awarded God within the context of their real religion - only capitalism is not God, and blind faith in it is not warranted or justified.

Capitalism is an efficient way to allocate resources, being based on the assumption that everybody acting in their own interest will produce the biggest pie with the least overhead. The free market will keep costs and prices to a minimum, redistribute excess profit and generally cause society to produce that which society wants and needs. All in all a great system, and one that we should embrace as a nation, while at the same time, keeping in mind the well documented flaws of capitalism and proceeding to put in place sensible measures to deal with these flaws.

Economic theory tells us that monopolies are bad and will cause too little of a good to be produced and sold at too high a price. Therefore, smart people in government enacted anti-trust legislation.

Economic theory tells us that there are certain types of production costs which will not be incorporated into the final price of the product as those costs are borne by entities external to the production process. An example of this is pollution. If a factory is allowed to toss its waste into the nearby rivers, smog up the surrounding air, and generally make a mess of things, it is being allowed to make a profit at other people's expense. There is nothing anywhere in capitalist theory that says that this is OK, and again smart people with authority (theoretically our government) will have to step in and take some measure to deal with this externality.

The question is not IF something should be done, it is WHICH of the various tools at our disposal is appropriate for this particular situation. The debate should be occurring on the WHICH, not the IF, as it is now.

We are not slaves to a thing called capitalism, in general it is our friend. We the people decide what we want and then if we are smart we look to economic theory to assess the costs and benefits of our various options. Capitalism isn't a values system either - again that's up to us to decide. It also doesn't say we shouldn't as a society have a public school system, take care of our poor or that we should invade Iraq. Again, people decision.

So quit blaming everything on capitalism and quit expecting capitalism to do your dishes and save your soul. Sit down and talk to each other like those grown-ups you see in the old movies - you know, the ones your parents used to watch.


Monday, October 12, 2009

Sunday, October 11, 2009


(By Mrs. Edith Nell Nichols.)

A Bride.

One day I asked one of my neighbors why she didn't keep household accounts. Her reply was the same that millions of American women gave. She said she couldn't keep track of every cent she spent, so she stopped trying to keep accounts.

This general feeling among housewives has led American brides to think that there is something mysterious about keeping household accounts. I didn't try to keep a record of how I spent every
cent. If at the end of the week I had spent five cents for something I could not account for. I placed the expenditure in my account book under the head of miscellaneous. I forgot to weep about it.

To me the household account book is a history of past expenditures which will guide me in my future purchases and in making my budget. In my account book the following expenditures were listed: Food, fuel, rent, clothes, education, investment, insurance, laundry, savings, transportation, tales and miscellaneous. Under food I had the following sub-heads: Meats, groceries, ice, dairy products, fruits and vegetables. At the end of every month I added all my expenditures together so I could tell at a glance how much I had spent for food, clothing or any item during the month. Using my household accounts as a guide, I made a household budget for every month. A budget is a plan of the expenditures for a month or for a given period of time. I'm happy to say I found it to be one of my best friends and I hope it will not be a stranger in many homes long.

The budget helped me in two ways:

  1. To distribute my expenditures evenly so there would be no "fat" days
    followed by "lean" ones.

  2. To make both ends more than meet so there would be some savings.

The necessities are: Food, clothing, shelter and operating expenses. The operating expenses are gas, light, telephone, fuel, soap and the replacement of utensils when they wear out. Under higher life come savings, education, religious activities, health, insurance and luxuries.

In making my monthly budget I looked over my household accounts for the previous month. If I spent $30 for food, I am safe in allowing the same amount in the plan or budget for next month. Suppose one should find that the expenditure for food for the month had been $50. The budget would not plan such an extravagant amount again. The household account would show the housewife her extravagance. The budget for the next month would not allow the mistake to be made again.

No one can make a budget for you. You have to do it yourself. No two families live under exactly the same conditions. Here are some of the family budgets which have been tried in millions of American homes:

If the income is $1,200 a year, during one month $30 is spent for food, $20 for rent, $10 to $15 for operating expenses, $20 for clothes and $15 to $30 for higher life.

If the Income is $2,400 a year, during one month the expenditures are: Food, $30; rent, $30; operating expenses; $20; clothes, $13; and higher life, $102. All of us expect to have greater incomes in the future. If we organize our expenditures so that a sufficient amount is allowed for the necessities, as the income grows, we will have more for cultural life and savings.

Women the world over wish to put housekeeping on a business basis. We wish to more than make both ends meet. If the bride starts to keep household accounts and make a household budget, she will be doing her bit to make the business of housekeeping successful.

Source: Fort Wayne Journal-Gazette, June 6, 1919

Saturday, October 10, 2009

C'est Un Kangourou Fou - Uh Wait - Crazier Japanese

Here is a fine example of a cultural difference between the Japanese and, well any other human beings on the planet...

Or This One, The Old "Sniper Kills Your Co-Workers And Comes After You" Joke...


Friday, October 09, 2009

Columbus Day Coupons + Others

Happy Columbus Day Week-End - Isn't this a big week-end for shopping? Not that I have any extra to shop with - just had to dump Farmer's insurance and go with Geico Insurance - so there goes the little I had saved up. Anyway, if you have money to shop, keep some of it!

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Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Hoping Obama Fails

I would like for those of you who are cheering our Country's misfortune regarding Chicago's bid to host the Olympics, as well as "Hoping Obama Fails" to take a look at the above picture. Nice house, isn't it? It belongs to Rush Limbaugh.

I am not criticizing him in the least for owning that house - it is a great house, a beautiful house. I want one too!

Here's the thing. Rush Limbaugh can afford it if Obama fails. Can you?


Moral Bankruptcy II

I am disgusted by all you so-called patriots who cheered upon learning that Chicago didn't get the Olympic Games. Our President and his wife go to Copenhagen to try and bring the games to the USA and you revel in our failure?

You don't have to agree with President Obama on anything, you can fight him step for step on the issues if you think he is wrong -that is what democracy is about. I laud your efforts and probably agree with you on many issues.

But what I am seeing and hearing out there makes me sick. It may not fit the legal definition of treason, but it is certainly treason of the heart and mind. Congratulations. You have now sunk to the level of Nancy Pelosi.

When I hear Rush Bimbo say that he wants Obama to fail, I think "Goddamn Boomers can't act responsibly or reasonably to save their own necks and I'll be damned if they're not going to try and drag the rest of us with them."

And that, my friends is what is at the heart of this country's problems. The egotistical, naval contemplating, self centered, tunnel vision Baby Boomer. Everything has to be one extreme or another; from the left they bleat racist, sexist, hate crime, hate speech, hate broccoli and from the right everybody's a socialist.

Only in Boomerland could a radio talk-show host publicly wish for our elected President to fail and not be run off the airwaves with pitchforks to his backside.

The Boomer left has elevated whining to an art form; and has developed a singular hatred of the proletarian, which, my darling budding pinko commies out there in commies are cool cafe-land, is the left's bread and butter, meat and potatoes, main squeeze. Joe six-pack's your guy - not Gianni Versace.

The Boomer right is just as fanatical and nutty. Put Boomer Left and Boomer Right together and you can be certain that nothing useful will come out of it. We will be forced to hang up a few of their scribbles on the fridge, and act as though Van Gogh himself would be put to shame.

But don't let the Boomers take away your love of country and respect for the office of the President.

I stand behind my President - be it Bush or Obama in all things concerning foreigners. That is the ONLY ACCEPTABLE WAY TO BEHAVE.

Don't let me catch you behaving otherwise!


Watch This Video

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Moral Bankruptcy

Dear Swiss people, Thank you for arresting Roman Polanski.

To all you sick, perverted, sadistic bastards who have signed this horrendous petition, how about y'all subject yourselves to similar treatment? I am sure that can be arranged. Then, we can discuss the artistic merits of your rapist, and who knows? Maybe you will be inspired to draw a pretty picture.

I am not a fan of boycotting people based on things they say, so I am not going to. But it will be a very long time before the gag reflex has subsided enough for me to even entertain the idea of seeing another Pedro Almodóvar movie - which really bites because Women On the Verge is one of those I could watch over and over. Pedro Almodóvar stop being such a monster. This is not about prude Americans freaking over sex. This is about a grown man taking brutal advantage of a child. Read the transcript. Don't tell me that some 13 year olds are mature enough. Read the transcript. There is nothing artsy about this - the girl is scared and just wants to go home, the man doesn't give a rat's ass - he will use IT for whatever he pleases. I am sure he wished IT would stop trying to get away.

Read The Transcript Of The 13 Year Old Rape Victim's Testimony - This is not a case of statutory rape. This is rape of a child who not only said NO every chance she could, she tried as best as she could to get away from him and concocted a story that she needed her asthma medication so he would take her home. If this isn't rape, then what is Andrew Luster doing in Jail? His "victims" were all well over 18 and at least one had no qualms about having sex with another man in the car on the way over to Mr. Luster's beach side house. In short, they were sluts.

Andrew Luster's crimes pale in comparison to what Polanski did. Luster failed to get the stamp of approval for one act in a series of consensual acts. Polanski was repeatedly told NO by a child who was using all the means of a child to try and escape from the clutches of that pig.

Luster used GHB, Polanski used Quaaludes and Champagne.

Luster was sentenced to 124 years in prison. Polanski was sentenced to France.

Now that he is no longer in France, but in a Swiss jail, I would expect that Polanski's sentence be at least as high as Andrew Luster's.


PS: This is not a "Liberal Feminist issue" this is an issue of common decency and one which should be of concern to every person on this planet who thinks that being able to physically and mentally overpower another human being is not a license to violate them.

Petition 1 **** Read the transcript.

Divorce and The Monster Under The Bed

This blog post is about parents who hate their ex-spouse or soon to be ex-spouse more than they love their children. It could very well be you.

A very good friend of mine went through a divorce recently. I was very sad to see them divorce, I liked them both very much and was hoping their marriage would last. As far as I can tell, the big issue that ultimately caused their divorce was, of all things, health care. Without getting too caught up in the details, she had complaints about him, and he had complaints about her. Both were convinced that the other was an ass and was being unreasonable. Neither felt that they were at fault and both became increasingly convinced that the other was a really nasty person.

Both of them were right and both were oh-so-very wrong. That is nothing new - divorce is ugly - and couples who once crossed oceans and continents for each other wind up convincing themselves that they married the devil him-/herself. If there are no children involved, make some popcorn and get ready to watch a first-class drama unfold, I say. You will witness the dark side of human nature acted out right before your very eyes as the once loving couple sinks to depths you didn't even know existed.

Pity the children, however, who are forced to join this cast of Misèrables.

When children are involved, it's no longer amusing. If you care at all about your children, you will put your own feelings aside and behave yourself. You will act like an adult. Here are some guidelines in case you are unsure about what that means:

  1. Do not try to get the children to take sides.
  2. Do not say nasty things about the other spouse in front of the children.
  3. Do not withhold child support because your wife is a bitch.
  4. Do not try and prevent your husband from seeing his children - under any circumstances except when there is sexual or physical abuse occurring and you know it for a fact. If this is the case, then a crime is being committed and you need to call the police.
  5. Do not accuse your husband or wife of sexually or physically abusing your children if it is not true. A spanking, a slap or some other past event that you didn't think warranted police intervention at the time, should not be dug up and used as evidence against your spouse now. If you do this, you are a monster and should be ashamed of yourself.
  6. It doesn't matter what your spouse did to you, if he/she didn't do it to the children, keep it out of any discussion of custody or child support.
  7. Let me elaborate: it doesn't matter if your husband had an affair with your sister, your mother and your best friend - this does not give you the right to try to prevent him from seeing his children.
  8. Let me elaborate some more: if your wife decides to bed the entire line-up of your home football team, you will speak of her only with respect when the children are within earshot.
  9. Do not pack up your children and move. Until they are grown, you should make every effort to stay in the same city as your ex. If you have to forgo a great job, relationship or spiffy lifestyle on the beach because of this, tough luck.
  10. Encourage your former spouse to be involved in the lives of his/her children. Do not make it uncomfortable when they do. Even if your ex-husband shows up with his 20 year-old reason he walked out on you.
  11. Don't try and prevent your kids from seeing grandparents or other family members.
I am sure my list has missed some dos and don'ts. If you are ever in doubt as to whether you are acting like a jack-ass and hurting your children, consider this: You will never stop your children from loving the other parent. They will never have an epiphany and realize that you are the wonderful one who was right- and oh what a martyr you are you should be granted sainthood. At least, this will never happen without them killing off a little bit of themselves as well.

That's right. Without killing off a little bit of themselves as well. When you trash their mother, you trash your children. When you trash their father, you trash your children. In fact, you might as well say to them: "You are a horrid person who betrayed me and I hate you" - if that is what you say about the other parent in their presence.

You don't have the right to decide that your children would be better off without the other parent. They won't be.

So, suck it up, behave yourself, and do your complaining to a friend or therapist when your kids aren't there. You married the guy/girl. At the end of the day you are also making a statement about your own judgement and ability to make good decisions.

However you got to where you are, it couldn't have happened without you. So accept responsibility and do what is best for your children. It may be one of the hardest things you ever do, but your children will love you for it.


PS: In my friend's situation, his ex-wife packed up the children and moved back to Germany. He is Chilean and American, but the drama unfolded in Chile, where the Chilean "Tribunal de Familia" granted her full custody and allowed her to leave the country with his kids. She makes it very difficult for him to visit his two boys in Germany, insisting on "supervised visits of no more than an hour or two". Imagine traveling from Chile to Germany to see your kids for an hour. She is punishing her children because of a dispute over the amount of child support. She has also claimed it is harmful for the boys to see their father because they get upset when he has to leave. Her solution is to try and prevent them from seeing him at all.

I know this because I have been helping him communicate with various German social services agencies to try and persuade or force her to allow him to see his kids. I wish she would realize how much she is hurting her boys, and make it easier for them to see their father.