Walking Tourist
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Today, I was talking to my dad. Well, OK, I was doing most of the talking because he was reading the newspaper, and I was in a talking mode (not unusual for me, I tend to be a motormouth!!!).
My dad said to me: "You're right."
He said it spontaneously.
I asked, "What am I right about?"
"Everything that you were not right about before."
"So then you'll agree with me that the grass is blue and the sky is green?" I asked, grinning mischievously.
"Yep, you're right!" he declared.
Well, I had been outside earlier today, at the nearby elementary school. Today was one of the days that the historical society gives the town's fourth graders a tour of the town. It is very interesting, and the kids love it. Of course, it's always fun to get out of school and to go on an adventure.
I had fun telling the kids stories... about the white oak trees that used to dominate this town more than a century ago but which had been cut down in the 19th century for ship building and barrel staves mostly. There was a sawmill that processed all of that wood. I told the kids that some white oaks live for years and years. The oldest white oak that I've heard of was knocked down by a lightning strike in 2002 at the age of 460.
Wow. That's pretty old.
Now, we are planting trees in town and we're trying to replace all of those lost white pine trees. These days, the trees that are in the most jeopardy are ash trees. Everyone is wondering if the emerald ash borer has come to New York State. It is kind of a scary thought. Those bugs, which snuck to the western hemisphere in wooden crates containing consumer goods imported from China, can really devastate parks and forest areas. They have been spotted recently in northwestern Pennsylvania.
The kids also wanted to hear a ghost story about a little girl who is said to haunt the Holiday Inn. She was named Tanya and she lived in a house that was located where the Holiday Inn stands today. According to this ghost story, the girl's house burned down. When she ran back into the house to get her teddy bear, she was trapped and she perished. So her ghost haunts the Holiday Inn. She has great fun and jumps on beds.
The story is purely fictitious but I told the kids that was OK. Ghost stories are fun, even if they aren't factual at all.
That's about it for now.
It's spring. I'm enjoying bright colors and sunshine. I'll talk more about that in another blog post.
Tootaloo!
My dad said to me: "You're right."
He said it spontaneously.
I asked, "What am I right about?"
"Everything that you were not right about before."
"So then you'll agree with me that the grass is blue and the sky is green?" I asked, grinning mischievously.
"Yep, you're right!" he declared.
Well, I had been outside earlier today, at the nearby elementary school. Today was one of the days that the historical society gives the town's fourth graders a tour of the town. It is very interesting, and the kids love it. Of course, it's always fun to get out of school and to go on an adventure.
I had fun telling the kids stories... about the white oak trees that used to dominate this town more than a century ago but which had been cut down in the 19th century for ship building and barrel staves mostly. There was a sawmill that processed all of that wood. I told the kids that some white oaks live for years and years. The oldest white oak that I've heard of was knocked down by a lightning strike in 2002 at the age of 460.
Wow. That's pretty old.
Now, we are planting trees in town and we're trying to replace all of those lost white pine trees. These days, the trees that are in the most jeopardy are ash trees. Everyone is wondering if the emerald ash borer has come to New York State. It is kind of a scary thought. Those bugs, which snuck to the western hemisphere in wooden crates containing consumer goods imported from China, can really devastate parks and forest areas. They have been spotted recently in northwestern Pennsylvania.
The kids also wanted to hear a ghost story about a little girl who is said to haunt the Holiday Inn. She was named Tanya and she lived in a house that was located where the Holiday Inn stands today. According to this ghost story, the girl's house burned down. When she ran back into the house to get her teddy bear, she was trapped and she perished. So her ghost haunts the Holiday Inn. She has great fun and jumps on beds.
The story is purely fictitious but I told the kids that was OK. Ghost stories are fun, even if they aren't factual at all.
That's about it for now.
It's spring. I'm enjoying bright colors and sunshine. I'll talk more about that in another blog post.
Tootaloo!
