The widening of U.S. Highway 62 between Avoca and Garfield makes me wonder if its a little of what a war zone might look like. It's called progress. I'm so sad to see Codling Corner reduced to rubble and Dale Roney's fruit stand gone. I drove an extra mile to see if the big tree in front of J.C. Carter's house was gone. My husband chose Pratt Cemetery for burial because of its isolated and quiet location. Now hundreds of cars a day will go past him. At least we know what the benefit of it all will be.
What we don't know is what could possibly be the benefit of a huge power line plowing through our properties. Have you seen the signs along Sugar Creek Road protesting this mega monster of a project? It's a high voltage, 56 miles-long transmission line that benefits someone, but not we who will suffer the damage to our property ecologically and financially. It calls for 150 foot right of way, that will be maintained every year, so we will lose the privilege of saying what or what not can be done on it. Six towers every mile, 130 to 160 feet tall. This will be an environmental chaos. Sometimes we need to say, "Enough," and this is the time.
Are you as relieved as I am that winter is loosening its grip? When my crocuses burst into full bloom I wanted to shout for joy.
The mention of Pandora's Box came up in conversation and then again in a crossword, my memory needed refreshed. In Greek mythology, she was endowed with great beauty, but she made a poor choice in matrimony. Zeus punished her for her brother-in-law's crime, by sending her to earth with a sealed box and orders to never to open it under any circumstances. Now it seems like he should have known better than to say that to a woman. Of course she did and loosed every known illness and possible form of human misery, and plague on mankind. There was only one redeeming factor left in the box and that was hope. Man's salvation!
A quick stop at the grocery store for a gallon of milk, went in for three items and planned to spend approximately $20. I spent $40. Now how did that happen? It's called good retailing, helping me to remember a few things that I was out of. I'm fortunate to have easy access. I remember when a trip to the grocery store was an 18-mile trip and happened about once a month. Oh, boy! Here goes Grandma again about how hard it was in the old days.
Easter is coming up next month and remember you are always welcome at Brightwater!
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Editors note: Edith Lammey has been a resident of the area for nearly 40 years. She can be contacted through The Times at 451-1196 or [email protected].
Editorial on 03/26/2014