“Whew! its been a pretty hectic month for me wot with cow troubles and other pressures just wasn’t in the mood so just slacked off on my weekly column and believe me it was quite a relief and a tonic.

Writing is quite a chore if a body ain’t in the mood and the blood pressure wasn’t helping any. If I only write at intervals you’ll all know I ain’t as young as I was and milk prices are better. Never thought I’d live to see the day when milking cows beat journalism.

Here it is the middle of April and for the record last week saw the heaviest sap run of the season, cold nights and sunny days drew up the sap. Sugar bush operators are fed up to the teeth with the prolonged season it’s really arduous work and gets to be too much of a good thing. I’ve seen many’s the time field work well on the way at this time a’ year yet winter remains with dirt encrusted snow banks and snow laying on the north slopes. Figure its on account of this here Celsius thing.

Attended Gordon Demores farm sale Saturday afternoon, the coldest bleakest sale I think I attended. There were cars double parked for half a mile each side of the farm bulldings. Creighton Carr and son called the shots, a John Deer tractor with loader fetched $7,500. Forty years ago this would have purchased the farm, the stock and chattels in them depression years and left 500 bucks for working capitol. I dread ever selling out a life’s effort gone under the hammer in three hours each aquisition a story in itself—furniture with memories of laughter, heartache and suffering.

No sir I don’t want no sale if needs be I’d have a hole dug and like the Vikings of old I’d have my implements buried with me however this here farm being close to the rock-they would have to draw fill from Fennells’ gravel pit to make Arry’s burial mound.

‘Arry