Tuesday, December 4, 2001
Trout Lake Newswriters
Pat Arnold, 395-2233
Shirley Keran, 395-2559
Sandi Thygesen, 395-2318
Terry Scott, 395-2760
Ah ha! Didn't expect winter to drop in so unexpectedly? Well the Mt. Adams Nordic Ski club did. They always have their skinny skis ready to go. For those who like to Cross Country Ski with other like-minded individuals, the Mt. Adams Nordic Ski club could be for you.
There will be an organizational meeting for present and prospective members at 7 p.m. on Sunday, Dec. 9, at the home of Ray & Sandi Thygesen, 39 Little Mountain Road. Call Ray or Sandi at 395-2318 for further information.
As the year 2001 enters the month of December, I couldn't help but consider all the events of the past few weeks. We are thankful we live in a pleasant rural valley where neighbors take time to greet each other and children can play safely out of doors. This is a friendly valley with always something positive going on such as community events throughout the year like the delicious turkey feast served last month; a Holiday Bazaar, the Veterans' Assembly, the Century 21 grant with free classes for students, Friday movie night, and a delightful Christmas play each year.
I hope you all had a pleasant Thanksgiving, gathering with family and friends, enjoying good food and sharing those famous family stories. One of our favorite stories is about a special duck. My family had a large lot in the city where we raised rabbits and ducks, plus a large vegetable garden. The ducks had a metal tub, sunk into the ground , for their pond. Each morning before I left for school, my chore was to feed the rabbits and ducks. One Saturday morning in December, I found my favorite little duck frozen in the ice on the pond. Sadly, I broke the ice from around his limp little body and cradling him in my arms, I ran to my mother.
Mother had the warming oven on as she was going to bake bread. "Dry your tears," she said. "I'll do what I can." Mother wrapped my limp, cold duck in a fuzzy towel and popped him into her roaster. She set the roaster into the oven, leaving the door open. I sat on a stool and watched my duck. Nothing happened. Soon bored, I began to read the Saturday comics.
"Peep, peep," croaked my duck. Joyfully, I hopped around the kitchen. Our little duck was alive. "My, this is the first duck I have roasted back to life," my mother said. Our duck was given a new name, `roast duck'. He lived a long healthy duck life. I refused to let him ever be dinner.
The past week's snow, made beautiful scenery. Many of us had a bit of snow blowing, plowing and shoveling of driveways before we could sit in the house and admire the snow flocked trees. Many school and sports events were cancelled. All the more time to get out or look out and enjoy the beauty of our Trout Lake Valley. Sandi Thygesen