SOMO nolghbor-frionds of MARTHA MUILENBERG havo planted a Cedrus Beodara Troo and
a Magnolia Troo as living inomorials to MAl'tTHA. Tho plantins are on tho ^fuilonborff
proporty on Mimosa Blvd.
Martins feast on mosq^uitoos, so they are veiy desirable bird
neighbors, ED WARNER gave us this information for those of us who would like to
coax more martins to settle in our yards, "There is not much one can do to attract
Purple Martins except to erect suitable nesting boxes. Martins havo a tendency to
nest in groups but not necessarily so. The main thing to remember j.s that they
prefer a space 6x6x6 inches with an opening 2j inches in diameter one inch
u ^ floor. The house should be placed in tho open away from trees, at a
height of 15 to 20 feet. It is generally well to place houses so that the entrance
IS away from the prevailing winds. Birds are very often repelled by the odor of
pa n , you must paint, it would be well to lot tho house weather for a season,
or use some cedar oil in the paint for this is a natural odor. The houses and
materials need not be elaborate; the size of tho nesting area is the critical thing,
Martins seem to be coming back, and perhaps their return can be encouraged bv the
erection of more nesting boxes,"
From ED CRUMLEY this comment:
IT*S LATEE THAN YOU THINKI Everything is farther away than it used to bo. It's
wice as far to the corner where we go to get the newspaper, for instance, and
y ve added a hill, I ve noticed. It seems to me they are making stairways
steeper than they used to make them in tho old days — And have you noticed the
small print they are using? Newspapers are getting farther and farther away when
t and I havo to sq[uint to make out the news — No sense in asking to
rmve them read aloud, everyone speaks in such a low voice that I can hardly hear
them,,,,The barber doesn't hold a mirror behind me any more so I can see the back
o- my head, Tho material in my suits is always too skimpy around the waist and tho
seat. Even my shoo laces are so short they are all but impossible to raach.,,Even
people are changing, they are so much younger than they used to be when I was their
age. On the other hand,people my own age arc so much older than I am, I ran into
an old classmate the other night and he had aged so he didn't recognize me, I got
to thinking about the poor old fellow while I was shaving this morning, and while
doing so I glanced at my own reflection in the mirror, COUNFOUND IT! They don't
even use tho same kind of glass in mirrors anymore!j!!1!
¥e have had several discussions this season on how to cook a CONCH, A conch is un-
amiliar territory to many of us, so we have both read and asked. First, getting
the conch out of its shell. You can crack the shell with a hammer (Our best source
said that you never attempt to boil it in tho shell or it would be tougher than
^.Di-)er,) Or you can foeze the conch, and when you thaw it, you pull tho meat gently
from the shell. Then, remove the fleshy foot, discard the viscera, and remove the
horny covering by slipping a knife under it and pulling it off. Then, says our
local advisor, clean the foot thoroughly, split the meat lengthwise, and pound it
witxi a wooden mallet. Cook in a pressure cooker with onions and potatoes, add
com.meal dumplings, and you will havo a rich, tasty stew. Any other recipes? We
welcome suggestions because there have been lots of conch in our crab pots lately,
GARDEN CLUB — The January 2? meeting of the Garden Club will be held at DORTHA
H/iLL s. Their speaker will be James Willis III,
And speaking of gardens, have you been digging up sweet potatoes from your garden
these past weeks? From the folk songs of the African Veld comes a philosophical
little thing called "Pity the Poor Patat”, One of your editors sang it happily to
heraelf while groveling in and under the potato vines:
The tree, he has a bark,
A bark that's thick or thin;
Pity the poor patat;
He's only got a skin.
The tree he has his trunk;
He stares up in the sky.
Pity the poor patat;
He can't see with hiseye.
The tree, he has his
They’re waving all around.
Pit the poor patat;
For he lives in the ground.