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FIDDLERS

by Delbert

You have all heard of the fiddlers in Hell

So listen to this story I am going to tell.

There was an old Fiddler lived back in the hills.

Folks all knew him as Fiddling' Bill.

He Fiddled in the morning and he Fiddled at night.

He Fiddled all day to folks delight. When he picked up his Fiddle and reached

for his bow

You could always hear the Rooster crow. The old Hoot Owl sat on a limb.

You could expect a hoot from him. The old Hound Dog let out a yelp.

Seems he always wanted to help. If you want to know where he is Fiddling'

Now you will have to go there and I will show you how

He Fiddled on land & he Fiddled in a boat

The darn thing sank & Bill couldn't float.

He went up to the Pearly Gates

Saint Peter said, "Bill, you are late."

"I had to get my Fiddle," Bill said to him "Won't you open the gate and let me in?"

Saint Peter said, well to tell, "Take your Fiddle and go straight to.."

He went down below and knocked on the door. The Devil said "I've heard of you before." "What have you done in the way of sin,

to make you think I would let you in?" Bill said, said He with a smile,

"I have Fiddled and Fiddled,

I have Fiddled all the while." The Devil said, said he, with a smile,

"You can Fiddle in here, as Fiddling is in style."

Now, if you want to hear him Fiddle, Just raise a big din,

And he will surely let you in.

THE RIVER SPEAKS

by Delbert Helle

God & Nature Put Me Here To Do a Job Not All Could Do.

I Was Created to Carry-Off Surplus Water, & to Drain Your Land,

As a Home for Fish, To Provide Lakes,

& Wet Lands for Wild Fowl,

Frogs & Other Aquatic Life.

I Had Pure Water....

for All Wildlife, Including People... to Drink.

Then People Used Me....

Far Beyond My Normal Duty.

You Dammed My Channel....

& Hampered My Work.

You Drained My Low Lands & Lakes.... & Unloaded Your Wastes into My Water.

You Poisoned My Waters....

Once so Pure.

My Fish are No Longer Abundant... Or good for food.

You Built Your Homes & Factories... "On My Banks!"

These Were Mine...

They Belong to Me...

I Will Claim Them as Mine.

I Will Come Back....

Again   

& Again   

& Again...!

You Are Trespassing on My Property! I Will Never Give You Full Rights!

"It Belongs to Me...."

"It is Mine       

"I Have Spoken..."

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MY BROTHER SHELDON

by: Ethel

Sheldon asked me to write my part for his book, therefore I have decided to write about Sheldon himself. Since he is a little younger I remember things he has forgotten.

Sheldon and my husband Don are so much alike you would think they were brothers. Both are small men and have enough "get-up-and-go" for half-a-dozen ordinary men. I think most small men make up for their size with extra energy.

Sheldon has always been a spunky little kid. Mom said Sheldon required a spanking every two months. One month he would be good and the next month he would build up to another spanking.

Mom said he was their only big baby as there were three-and-a-half years between Verle and him. Could be she spoiled him as he was such a cute little guy. Walt and I would be plodding along all bundled up. There would be Sheldon way ahead of us. All you could see was that red sweater.

We always had politics from our Dad at every meal in our home. Sheldon always sat beside Dad. He always had to ask for something at least two or three times until he got Dad's attention. I really believe it was a game between them. Pop always had one of us doing something like that.

Mom said he had me running to him when he came home, pounding him on the tummy, calling him an S.O.B.. I do not remember, but do not doubt it.

Sheldon says he is the one who willingly skipped school on wash day to help run the gas engine on the machine.

He is quite a guy, willing to do anything to help. I was visiting them before Bob was due. The girls needed clothes. I had almost miscarried so I did not dare run the peddle on the sewing machine. Now to me, to take my sewing machine away is like taking food from a hungry boy. I made some clothes for those girls and you know who ran the sewing machine. .Sheldon, of course.

Later, after Bob was born, I was visiting and the laundry needed to be done. Mom had had surgery at Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. who do you suppose helped me do the laundry? - Sheldon again.

He's most always been that way. I cannot see why he's not a bigger man as his heart is so big. A very understanding guy, and how I love that little brother of mine.

His Big Sis,

Ethel

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