I’m a little late on this subject that should have been published prior to Grandparents Day, but all us grandpas keep our grandkids in mind every day, no matter how old they are ... or how old we are.
Everyone, including grandmas too, also give grandkids strong priority. That’s why I enjoyed this comment from a grandpa whose grandson was visiting him.
The grandson asked, “Grandpa, do you know how you and God are alike?”
Grandpa mentally polished his halo and then asked the grandson, “No. How are we alike?” The grandson replied, “You’re both old.”
While on the grandparent subject, here are some other grandchildren thoughts we picked up:
What a bargain grandchildren are. I give them my loose change and they give me a million dollars worth of pleasure.
Grandchildren don’t stay young forever, which is good because grandpas have only so many horsey rides to give them.
Grandmas never run out of cookies or treats.
My grandsons believe I’m the oldest thing in the world. After two or three hours with them, I believe it too!
Grandchildren are God’s way of compensating us for growing old.
It’s amazing how grandparents seem so young once you become one.
Grandmas hold those tiny hands for just a little while, but grandchildren remain in our hearts forever.” ***
It’s been a tough couple of weeks for the Husker faithful and I must admit the betterhalf kept her loyalty to Big Red. Her loyalty never waned even when I complained the Husker team and fans both were both wearing black for that @%# UCLA game. I told her all that black was a bad omen signifying we were dressing for a funeral. Little did we know the next few days a game loss was only just a part of the headline makin’s.
I found it interesting as soon as Dr. Tom Osborne strongly backed Coach Pelini and said he was aware a year ago of his controversial private comments, the controversy mellowed; the bulk of criticism fell; and Husker Nation still remained as one of the best in football. Ah, Dr. Tom, you are still an influential and respected figure!
RL Furse is publisher emeritus of the News-Register
Fact or fiction! It can often be hard to tell
It’s been quite common among law enforcement people to hear unbelievable excuses for speeding and other minor traffic violations. In fact, I’ve heard some excuses were so unbelievable that an officer said no one could make up such an excuse unless it was true, and then issued only a warning.
Prior to a recent Nebraska football game, we heard such type of a story not involving a traffic violation but, from a California hitchhiker who was talking with an attendant in the Nebraska Press parking lot.
The Californian had asked if there was any way to get a bottle of water. The attendant went into the office and brought him two -- compliments of house. The attendant then related the “rest of the story” to me.
That morning the man had arrived in Lincoln after hitchhiking all the way from California. He had left on the previous Wednesday and thumbed rides to Lincoln arriving the day of the game to watch his son play for the Cornhuskers. Unfortunately, he had exited his ride at the Ninth Street exit on I-80 and misunderstood the stadium was at the east edge of Lincoln. He walked nearly 30 blocks before realizing his mistake and eventually arrived back near the stadium via a patron who leases space in the parking lot.
We do not know if he visited his son prior to game time, but we do know the hiker came back to the parking lot near the end of the game and asked the attendant if he could use the office restroom and change his shirt that was in his knapsack. The Californian then continued by telling the attendant a Nebraska gentleman was buying him a bus ticket to Grand Island while another generous Nebraskan had arranged to get him an airline ticket from G.I. back to the West Coast.
Now the real question comes whether this is just a tall tale or has credence. I would hope the Californian was telling the truth. We do know there are many Nebraskan who would be willing to help a stranger in such a situation. However, it makes me have a guilty feeling when the question of “truth or tale” enters my mind. On the other hand, it would have taken a lot of imagination to make up a story such as this and maybe the Californian should be writing novels.
Thank goodness my children are grown and the tooth fairy has long abandoned them. I just read where the tooth fairy now is delivering under the pillows nearly $4 per trip. That’s a 23 percent jump in just a year and a 42 percent spike from 2011. Take heart, that near $4 is the national average. In the Midwest, kids average $3.30 per tooth.
It’s been a good year for growing tomatoes. One Auroran reported to a friend he grew a tomato with a diameter of 13-inches. The friend was not able to verify the tomato’s span because he didn’t see it. Tomato fans may want to keep an eye out for the grower at the next farmer’s market.
RL Furse is publisher emeritus of the News-Register
Canning season brings a grape jelly surprise
Things here on the home front haven’t got any easier the past few weeks. Just like many rulers of the local households, the betterhalf has been busy doing some canning of tomatoes and making what she titles “bread and butter pickles.”
And just like many husbands, I, at times, detect a little kitchen tension and make the wise move to stay out of the kitchen when such canning activities are going on.
Staying out of the kitchen throughout the years has been the directive from the betterhalf. She doesn’t appreciate me being underfoot, questioning why she has certain routines, or asking why she keeps certain kitchen hardware and products in such odd inefficient places.
During this canning season -- which only came about because she received a free box of tomatoes and cucumbers from a friendly gardener -- her patience wore a little thin and, putting it bluntly, “I nearly got canned by the canner.”
If figures prove me right, the betterhalf last had a major canning operation about eight to 10 years ago. At that time she had me take the remaining unused canning jars to the basement and put them away in the adjacent crawl space. As a dutiful husband I had performed the job and, to my surprise, had required no “double checking” from the betterhalf, who normally would’ve insured my efficiency. My efficiency in those earlier years now has been proven inadequate and triggered my near-firing in this 2013 canning episode.
This year, the betterhalf went to the crawl space to dig into her reserve of canning jars. To her surprise she found a taped box of a dozen jars amidst a few sacks of canning jars in the dark confines of the crawl space. She grabbed the box and hauled it upstairs to the kitchen. Little did she know there was even a bigger surprise in store for her... and eventually also for me.
When she opened up the box she discovered a dozen jars of home-canned grape jelly, all neatly sealed from what we believe was possibly a 2003 grape crop.
As is the rule in our household, I was eager to assume responsibility for such a storage error. I was quick to admit back 10 years ago I must have grabbed the freshly canned grape jelly box along with the sacks of unused canning jars and placed them all in cool storage area. There the lode remained until its discovery this year.
Now more questions remain. Do we spread our 10-year-old grape jelly on our breakfast bagels? Will grape jelly get better with age, just like a fine wine?
We have taken a finger-dipping sample of the jelly and the betterhalf even sampled the spread on her bagel this morning. Now, stay tuned. If you don’t hear a report the betterhalf is in the hospital with food poisoning, you can assume the grape jelly will be used. Well, used at least by her. I still might need a few more weeks to build up my courage for a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich from our household.
Something good came out of something bad
Sometimes, something good emerges from something bad. That was the case for the betterhalf this summer a few weeks ago. Before getting into the details of good vs. bad, here’s some background information. The betterhalf is an avid book reader. I would say she might be one of our local library’s best customers. We rarely travel anywhere without the betterhalf lugging along at least a couple of books. When we travel she maintains her nose in a book, only to quickly glance up when the car makes a sudden stop or when I, while observing some scenery, might drift over a rumble strip on the side of the roadway. However, a little over a year ago, her reading habits went modern when she received a gift Kindle Fire. That meant no more packing a bag loaded with books to our summer vacation spot in Minnesota. Instead, she now carried this small computer, electronic tablet or pad that magically brought, with the touch of her finger, a host of books right before her eyes. Just when a guy thinks he has it made, a situation can change in a minute. In this case the change also involved not only “the guy,” but the betterhalf as well. A few weeks ago the betterhalf ventured out on the boat dock to enjoy some sun and do some reading via her Kindle Fire. Meanwhile, I was experiencing a computer problem and called for her to “come ashore” and give me some help. As usual, the betterhalf responded enthusiastically, putting her Kindle Fire on the seat cushion of her boat dock chair and delightfully rushing to my aid. Her enthusiasm waned when she returned back to the dock chair, only to discover the wind had blown off the chair’s seat cushion along with her Kindle. Seat cushions float, but at this point the question of a Kindle floating seems remote and still unanswered. That’s not to say the betterhalf didn’t give it the “old college try” in her watery search for her book reader. She scoured the shoreline for several days, amid some grumbling and a reference about trying to help at guy with his computer. She found the seat cushion in a matter of a few hours. Of course the seat cushion was one of those “4-for-$5” bargains. Meanwhile the Kindle eluded her search and is in the deep six somewhere in the lake and now has gone down in history as “lost at sea.” At the beginning of this tale I stated that sometimes, something good comes from something bad. We celebrated an anniversary this month and I needed a gift idea for the betterhalf. You can’t image better timing for getting the perfect gift for the betterhalf. Yep, a new Kindle Fire HD brought a smile back to the betterhalf’s face. The summer is all but over. Fishing has been pretty good. In fact, one fisherman reported seeing a fish reading a Kindle at the bottom of the lake. The betterhalf was not amused.
Growing thick skin is the best way to survive
A couple of things I learned when I was a newspaper publisher was a publisher needed a thick skin and a sense of humor that enabled him to laugh at himself. Since I was a slow learner, my skin finally got thicker and laughs became easier as I got older. Unfortunately, many of our black and white errors were not a laughing matter to a publisher, but provided lots of laughs to many of our readers. Despite the fact computers with spell-check have replaced the typewriter, dictionary and the eagle eyes of proof readers, those typographical errors still continue in today’s modern journalism. I came across a few of them after reading a national trade publication. I don’t know if these publishers are laughing, but I can now be on the sidelines and laugh along with the newspaper readers. Here are some of those smile makers: From Ohio -- “He had the privilege also of viewing a number of rare Egyptian tummies.” In an Alabama newspaper -- “Our morality rate in Fairfield is low while our birth rate is high.” A New York department store advertisement -- Evening Gowns Cut Down Ridiculously Low,” In Texas it was reported -- “Miss Opal Mc____ won first prize for the most original costume at the Hi-Jinx masquerade. Needless to say Miss Mc____ was quite pickled.” From Missouri -- “The bride was entrancingly gowned in a sheer, soft blue net gown which fell to the floor as she swept down the aisle.” Another Texas newspaper reported -- “Whether the millionaires were most interested in stocks or blondes, he declined to say.” A Vermont newspaper printed this recipe for fried chicken -- “Use a frying pan large enough so pieces will fit without crowing.” * * * While on the subject of journalism you may notice many columnists and editorial writers use the editorial “we.” It’s a strange grammatical irregularity attempting to pull the reader personally into the editorial’s viewpoint. Or, it may have been just a lonesome editor hoping he finds someone else with the same viewpoint. Someone has said that only three classes of people can use the irregularity: Monarchs, editors and those who have tapeworm. * * * A mathematician tells the easiest way to figure out the cost of living is to take your income and add 10 percent.