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10 10 WOOLWICH OBSERVER • OPINION&LETTERS • JULY <strong>27</strong>, 20<strong>02</strong><br />

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Spend a day at the beach<br />

By mid-<strong>July</strong> there is<br />

often a lull where<br />

farming operations<br />

are concerned, just after<br />

the first hay crop has been<br />

stacked in the mow or in<br />

long rows of white ‘tubes’<br />

along the edge of the field.<br />

This time period is rather<br />

brief but if we plan<br />

carefully we may be able to<br />

do something for fun rather<br />

than out of necessity.<br />

The levels of both the<br />

farm pond and the goldfish<br />

pond have somehow<br />

decreased. I can easily fill<br />

the goldfish pond with the<br />

garden hose, but to do this<br />

in the farm pond would be<br />

about as useless as the fifth<br />

teat on a cow’s udder. So<br />

during the lull I decided to<br />

go to a real beach with real<br />

sand and waves, and no<br />

bullfrogs to bellow their<br />

bass voices as soon as they<br />

realized my intrusion.<br />

Armed with sunscreen, a<br />

large umbrella,<br />

sunglasses, towel, a cooler<br />

full of iced tea, a ‘beach’<br />

chair and a good book, I<br />

packed these items in the<br />

back of my pickup and<br />

early in the morning,<br />

headed for Sauble Beach.<br />

When I arrived, I was the<br />

only human amongst<br />

thousands of squawking<br />

seagulls who were flying<br />

overhead or running in the<br />

waves, digging for food<br />

scraps. I selected my spot<br />

on the beach and waited<br />

for the sun to make its way<br />

up into the sky.<br />

You may have noticed<br />

that a farmer on the beach<br />

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memberships they can sell<br />

to back their choice for<br />

Prime Minister, they<br />

seemingly have no<br />

concern civil servants are<br />

justifying breaking every<br />

rule in the book, they<br />

accept without question<br />

MYSIDE<br />

OF THEDAM<br />

BY ALLEN D. MARTIN<br />

sticks out like a beached<br />

whale, although the<br />

colours differ. From<br />

working long hours in the<br />

sun, farmers tend to have<br />

an excellent tan on the<br />

back of the neck between<br />

the baseball cap line to the<br />

spot were the T-shirt<br />

begins. The other day<br />

when I went to town for a<br />

part for the baler, I met<br />

some tourists, each one<br />

with a camera around the<br />

necks. As they snapped<br />

pictures of me I heard one<br />

youngster ask,” Momma is<br />

that a ‘red-neck?”<br />

Perhaps it was a good<br />

thing that he didn’t notice<br />

my hands. When handling<br />

bales, I wear a pair of<br />

durable gloves with the<br />

fingers cut off so the twine<br />

won’t cut my palms. This<br />

results in tanned fingers<br />

on white hands. And since<br />

I don’t wear socks in the<br />

summertime, my tan goes<br />

from ankle to knee.<br />

Looking me over I decided<br />

I might as well have<br />

printed “FARMER” on my<br />

forehead with a marker.<br />

As people began to arrive<br />

in droves, I noticed many<br />

very good tans on the<br />

beach in contrast to my<br />

thighs and upper body<br />

which were stark white in<br />

comparison to my knees<br />

and forearms which were<br />

a dark bronze.<br />

In order to disguise<br />

myself a bit I decided to<br />

wear my baseball cap as I<br />

headed for the water. No<br />

one seemed to notice me as<br />

I headed for the water. Just<br />

as I reached it, a sudden<br />

wave struck me full in the<br />

face, whipping off my<br />

baseball cap, washing it<br />

out of sight.<br />

About an hour later, I felt<br />

cooled enough to return to<br />

my beach chair and sip<br />

some cold iced tea. The<br />

water had rinsed away<br />

most of my problems along<br />

with the dirt from under<br />

my fingernails. As I<br />

reached for my book, a<br />

slim lady with a perfectly<br />

tanned body came towards<br />

me. “Think I found your<br />

hat, sir,” she said,<br />

producing a soiled mass of<br />

straw. I noticed it was not<br />

mine as it didn’t have the<br />

International crest on it.<br />

Instead the words,<br />

“Farmers Do it in the Hay,”<br />

leaped out at me. I had<br />

been found out.<br />

From my side of the<br />

dam, I decided to spend my<br />

Sunday afternoons<br />

tanning the parts of my<br />

body that aren’t normally<br />

tanned on the farm, to save<br />

me some embarrassment<br />

the next time I go to<br />

Sauble.<br />

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the end justifies the means<br />

and pay no attention to<br />

editorials stating that<br />

until they “can prove that<br />

sponsorship money is well<br />

spent, the government’s<br />

internal housecleaning<br />

will look suspiciously like<br />

a case of the fox guarding<br />

the henhouse.”<br />

As Liberals their<br />

concentration on who will<br />

emerge as their leader is<br />

justified. As Members of<br />

Parliament charged with<br />

representing the interests<br />

of all Canadians, it is not.<br />

Joe Hueglin<br />

Niagara Falls<br />

LETTERS TO THE EDITOR<br />

ARE ALWAYS WELCOME.<br />

editor@woolwichobserver.com

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