A glimpse of life a cen­tury ago

Record Observer - - Opinion -

Take a good look at the photo with this week’s col­umn — you will not see that work be­ing done just like that on to­day’s farm.

My old friend over at Queen Anne, Bob Bar­ton, sent me the pic­ture say­ing that it was taken in 1916 on his grand­fa­ther’s farm in Tal­bot County as the men were thresh­ing wheat. Bob said it was his mother’s fa­ther, Kilby Cal­away’s farm out­side Easton at the time.

What a great way to start off a col­umn — es­pe­cially since I re­ally do not have much in my notes and clip­pings on the desk this week.

••• FI­NAL RE­MINDER Oh, yes, must give my reader-friends a fi­nal re­minder of the big fes­ti­val at our 4-H Park this Satur­day from 2 to 9 p.m. Yes, it is the 36th an­nual Bay Mu­sic Fes­ti­val, the Centreville Li­ons Club’s big­gest fundraiser and great fam­ily en­ter­tain­ment we en­joy putting on each June.

We are hop­ing the weather will be per­fect, so come on out. At just $5 each, you can’t beat the price to hear 12, yes, 12, bands on two stages.

And be sure to come by my ta­ble to buy raf­fle tick­ets on one of Paul Reed Smith’s na­tion­ally renown gui­tars you can look over here. It will be given away at the end of the pro­gram Satur­day.

••• WALK­ING MAG­GIE I try to walk lit­tle Mag­gie each morn­ing around the block and most of the time things are quiet; but some days Mag­gie gets to clear out her lungs bark­ing at a few other dogs.

There are two at the end of the block that race each other up and down the wire fence bark­ing their heads off. We can’t see ‘em too well as bushes line the en­tire fencerow. But Mag­gie wants to get to the two as they bark and we move along quickly.

Then at the other end of the block, we will see a larger dog in the back yard some­times, but he can’t get out due to the wooden fence. He has a great time jump­ing up on the fence to bark at Mag­gie.

Some­times we see Jimmy Ward walk­ing his two smaller dogs and if they see Mag­gie, it will be just the time to see how much noise all three of them can make.

Fi­nally, there is Bernie, the Bos­ton Ter­rier in the house just down the street who comes to the front win­dow some morn­ings and will greet Mag­gie with a few barks.

No, we don’t have all the bark­ing ev­ery­day, but we sure en­joy our morn­ing walks.

••• I HATE ROBO-CALLS No­ticed a piece in the pa­per the other day about all the com­plaints the Fed­eral Com­mu­ni­ca­tions Com­mis­sion is re­ceiv­ing on the num­ber of robo­calls be­ing made in the na­tion.

It said roughly 2.4 bil­lion robo-calls are be­ing placed ever y month, mak­ing them the top con­sumer com­plaint the agency re­ceives.

We get our share; so we now let the phone right at least four times be­fore an­swer­ing, as we have found that by that time if it is a robo-call, they will have hung up and gone to their next num­ber most of the time.

••• SPEAK­ING OF NUM­BERS Do you like to check on a lot of num­bers?

I just hap­pened to pull out hte page called Sweep­stakes Facts in one of those many en­velopes we re­ceive from Pub­lish­ers Clearn­ing House the other day. It talked about the prize money and the odds on win­ning.

To win the one mil­lion dol­lar top prize you have one chance in 3,476,000,000!

Yes, look again. That’s one in three bil­lion, four hun­dred and sev­enty-eight mil­lion!

Heck, if you want to win the “lit­tle” prize of $500, you only have one chance in a half-mil­lion! Not ver y good per­cent­ages for the av­er­age per­son, is it?

Thresh­ing wheat, 1916.

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