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Which is the better treat?

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Bud Hunt publisher Daily Dunklin Democrat
Questions to ponder as we rush headlong into the Christmas season.

Will Clyde Wood help his wife take down all the Christmas lights she put up, all by herself, once the holidays are over?

Will CNN make it back here for the annual Community Christmas Party held next month when some 1,800-2,000 families will be treated to dinner and gifts from our local churches? I think this question has already been asked and answered, see Eky Combs for more details.

Will the Old Farmer's Almanac be correct with its prediction of 60% more ice than normal (at least I'm told that's the prediction)?

Did the cooler nights last week finally kill what was left of this year's mosquito crop?

Is there a more perfect grandson than young Thomas Nelson? Actually, I think C.H. and Sandy Young have already answered this question.

Why is Neal Gibbons known as the "husband-improver" in his Sunday School Class at First United Methodist Church?

How much does it cost to enroll someone in the classes that Jack Holifield is going to start teaching?

Is Joe Pelts really behaving or is Carolyn just covering for him?

Which is the better Thanksgiving treat, turkey with all the trimmings or old friends coming back home?

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The term used to those folks who head south for the winter, and don't we wish we were there for at least a few of the colder days, goes back a few years. Check out the letter to home folk published in the Mar. 15, 1907 edition of the Dunklin Democrat.

"Dear Old Democrat: I will pen you a few lines from the Sunny South where the storms of winter are unknown; where the mosquitoes bite you the year round. The climate is simply grand down here; roses bloom the entire year, birds are singing all the day, which reminds one that he has at last found that land for which Ponce DeLeon search so long.

"This town is in the great celery belt, and they raise tons of it here, but how they raise it I don't understand as the soil is nothing but white glittering sand. I suppose they use a great amount of fertilizer.

They have artesian water all through this section. It is all sulphur water and is rank. I've longed for a good drink of water from Dunkin County many times since I've been here.

"All the truck patches look fine. They raise strawberries, lettuce, cabbage, cauliflower, and in fact, al garden vegetables the year round in this country and don't seem to pay much attention to orange growing, as I don't see many groves.

"It is awful nice if you have lots of money, to come down here and spend the winter like the New Yorkers do. But to the farmer I would say stay away from Florida. I would not give a spot in Dunklin County even if it was only large enough to stamp a cat on, for the entire state of Florida and let it compel me to stay here always. No one knows how to appreciate Dunklin County until they get away from it once.

"With best regards to all friends, I am

"Yours respectfully

"- Major Ray

"(Buster Brown"

One of Hornersville's more memorable denizens still pop up every once in a while. Thanks to the DDD's unofficial, but much appreciated historian, Vivian Helton, for pulling this out of the archives.

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Donnie's kid

In last week's column we told you about a squirrel at the local golf club that is developing a taste for apples and feeds its habit by stealing apples from the golf cart of John Robertson.

While sitting at lunch one day last week at the local golf club several of us observed a squirrel -- I don't know if it was the same one or not, but it was in the same location where John lost an apple -- climb into a wire trash can looking for more goodies.

This particular squirrel rummaged around in there looking for more treats. What it ended up with was a coffee cup. An empty coffee cup. It proceeded to climb out of the trash can with that cup and then headed up the large cedar tree. The squirrel climbed all the way, probably 20-25 feet, with that cup in its mouth. The jokes about needing something to wash down John's apple made the rounds.

After several minutes the cup fell from up amongst the pine branches and landed on the ground beside the trash can. Within a minute or so a golfer pulled up to the tee box, saw the cup and threw it back in the trashcan.

It was about that time someone at the table recalled Donnie Burke having a pet squirrel at home. Some of Donnie's friends say that the squirrel has the run of the household.

It was suggested that perhaps the apple-stealing, coffee-drinking squirrel is just another one of Donnie's kids that's run away from home and living in the cedar tree at the local golf course.

Bud Hunt is publisher of the Daily Dunklin Democrat, Daily Statesman, Delta News-Citizen, Missourian-News and North Stoddard Countian.