02 July 27, 2002 - ObserverXtra
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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