Tuesday

rubber band fight ~

I posted this back in 2005 on one of my old journals; but thought I'd share it again :)
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Rubber Band Fight ~
Oh boy.. who hasn't had one of those at some time in their life?

I remember when I was in the sixth grade... yes; I'm going wayyyyyyyyy back in time now.  My teacher was Mr. Hinckley and the school principal was Mrs. Yost.  Well Mr. Hinckley was sick; so Mrs. Yost took over the class for the day.

Now a little bit about Mrs. Yost: she wasn't very big in stature, she stood probably around 4 foot... half the kids in the class were as tall as she was.  She was a very kind, sweet woman; that I came to love; but in grade school she scared the bejeebees out of me.  Every kid feared going to the principal's office.  If you ever had to walk down that hall and go behind those big doors with P R I N C I P A L stenciled on them you knew darn well that your life would become a living hell.

Well now... about the rubber band fights:

On this one particular morning; the janitor, Oscar Christianson, had left a garbage can sitting in the hallway that was full to the brim and hadn't been emptied yet from the previous day.  Sitting right smack dab on top of that pile of crumpled up garbage sat a FULL box of rubber bands. A box with 500 rubber bands in it that had never been opened.  How could someone throw that away?? How could I be so lucky as to see it?

Now my parents and my Sunday school teachers had drilled it into me that "Thou Shalt Not Steal".  So, I had to ask myself if this was stealing or not?  I finally came to the conclusion that NO this would not be stealing if I took those rubber bands; because they were destined to be thrown away.  They were garbage... and WHY someone would throw away a perfectly good box of rubber bands was beyond my comprehension.  So I took them.

Now what to do with them?  I had to share. I split them up amongst all the sixth grade boys.  I would have shared them with the girls too; but I didn't trust them to keep it secret where they came from.  I knew the boys wouldn't rat on me if they got caught with them.  The girls always seemed to gossip too much for my liking, with the exception of a few; but I just couldn't take the chance of someone squealing on me.

As the day progressed rubber bands were being snapped all over the place whenever someone wasn't looking. The poor girls in the class were really getting bombarded.  All this, of course, came to the attention of Mrs. Yost. She was finding them laying on the floor, all over the school grounds, during recess and the girls were complaining.  She had enough.

Mrs. Yost DEMANDED that ALL the boys clean out there desk right this minute.  ALL rubber bands were to be turned in to her THIS INSTANT. She asked several times where all those rubber bands had come from. Who brought them to school?  No one squealed on me.  It was like a code of silence amongst the boys.  They never ratted on each other... and now they had included me... the source... in their code of silence.  I was so proud to have them as my allies.

After the confiscation and desk cleaning and not getting any answer from the boys as for the source of the rubber bands she decided that a little more discipline was in need.  She took her short little body, being held up by her little clunky high heels, and walks over to the blackboard, that she could hardly reach, and starts writing,

"I will not shoot rubber bands."

She then instructs all the boys to take out paper and pencil and get writing.  She said a 100 sentences... that ought to teach you a lesson!

As she is writing the sentence on the board all the boys are looking at me with a glare.  I was scared. I knew I was going to be their target at the next recess and I better do something right now to make it right with the guys.

So what do I do?  I take out a rubber band from my desk and pull back on it; aimed right at Mrs. Yost butt.  The release... BULLSEYE.

My gawd... you could of heard a pin drop!  Mrs. Yost spins around DEMANDING WHO DID IT?!?!

Now once again the code of silence kicks in.  These boys are not going to rat me out!  My brave act of courage set things right once again with the guys.  The girls saw me do it; and they weren't talking either. They knew that if one of them ratted me out they would have me to deal with for a long time and the boys.  It was TOTAL silence.

Mrs. Yost gained composure and said that the 100 sentences now became 200.  There were groans amongst the boys... she then said 500 sentences... more groans... she then said ONE THOUSAND sentences... and NO ONE gets recess until they are done... and she didn't care if it took all week!

That's when the unthinkable happened.  Bobby W. pointed his finger at me and squealed.  He squealed like a little whiney pig. "Melody did it! She gave all us guys the rubberbands. She stole them from the janitor. She  has a whole bunch of them in her desk! She's the quilty one. Why do we have to be punished for what she did?"

I could have died! Mrs. Yost came over by me and looked in my desk.  Sure enough... there's my little stash of rubber bands.  In a voice that sounded like the devil himself being exorcised she says, "Go to my office and wait."

I took the longest walk of my life down that hallway to the P R I N C I P A L doors.  I took a seat inside her office.  It seemed like an eternity before I heard those clunky high heels coming down the hall.  I was petrified to say the least.  Mrs. Yost came in and calmly sat down beside me and asked where the rubber bands had come from.

Through the tears and body tremors I told her the whole story, even the part about fighting with my subconscience about stealing, about how proud I felt of my friends during the code of silence and how mad I was feeling at the time at Bobby, for ratting me out.

Then the unthinkable happened.  She gave me a Big Hug and said that she felt my lesson was learned and then said that "us girls have to stick together sometimes".  She asked me to come into her office every recess the remainder of the week and do my homework or read a library book.  WHAT she had me doing in that office was of no concern to anybody else.  As far as my classmates knew ... I was working on writing my 1000 sentences.

The boys still had to write 100 sentences that day and did miss their next recess.  I spent mine in the principals office.  Mrs. Yost and I had our own code of silence.

As for Bobby ~ he stayed away from me for a very long time.  If he saw me  coming around the corner of the building he would high tail it the other direction.

As for the other guys in the class ~ they all commended me on my courage. I was always one of the first girls to get picked for teams in soccer and baseball and kickball or partners in shooting marbles.  They would confide in me about everything.  I fit in with them.  Little did they know that I cried like a blubbering fool that day and gained a very good friend.

As for the girls ~ they never messed with me.   They would tell me all their secrets; because they knew they could trust me never to tell.

... all because of rubber bands.
 

The History of Rubber


Below is a brief timeline of landmarks in the advancement of rubber:

1493 - 1496 : Christopher Columbus discovered natural rubber in Haiti where he saw the natives there playing with ball made from the "sap" of a tree called "cau-uchu."
1736 : Natural rubber was introduced to the western world by Charles de la Condamine.
1770 : John Priestly found that natural rubber could erase or rub away pencil mark, hence he called the material "rubber."
1820 : Thomas Hancock invented a machine called "masticater" that allowed the rubber to be softened, mixed and shaped.
1839 : Charles Goodyear discovered the process of vulcanization.  Vulcanization involves heating the natural rubber which causes a complex chemical change to occur.  But in layman's terms, vulcanizing gives rubber its elasticity and other desirable properties so that it's useful.
1846 : Stephen Perry of London invents the Rubber Band.

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Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.
~mel

Friday

happy 4th ~


I thought I'd share my red, white and blue flowers with you :)

Do you have big plans for the weekend?  Nothing much going on here ... busy in the gardens ~ veggie and flower beds.  Dear Hubby says he's taking me out for a fish fry this evening so I don't have to go planning anything for supper.  Sweet.  Maybe we'll even catch some fireworks before calling it a night.

Happy 238th birthday America!

Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.
~mel

Thursday

a distraction ~

Okay ... so like how stinking cute is this!


or this ...


or THIS ??? !!! ???


Yes ~ four fawns ... BUT only two of those are hers.  The other set of twins belong to her sister.

My daughter took these pictures at work.  The building she works in sits right on the inside of a small penninsula of land surrounded on three sides of water.  Talk about a safe place for those doe's to have their babies.  

They are right outside her window ... Staci said, "talk about a distraction", ( a beautiful distraction) as she's smiling and telling me about them :)  




Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.
~ mel

Sunday

r&r ~


It's been awhile since my last post ... Dear Hubby and I, along with our son took a few days off and headed to northern Minnesota for some R & R and to catch some panfish.


We had a good time ... lot's of laughs and beautiful weather.  The fishing wasn't bad either.



 bluegills, aka. panfish




Lovin' the birds too ...

 ~ Blue Heron ...
 ... some Loons ~


















We even were fortunate enough to see a Great Gray Owl ... a rare sighting for us :)



















It was great to get away for a bit ... now back to reality and weeding the gardens :)

Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.
~mel







Saturday

foraging ~

I went foraging yesterday with my daughter  ... looking for the elusive and delectable morel mushroom.


 We found a few ... but not enough!
All together we spotted around a dozen of these gems of woods.  Yum :)

BUT ... there were tons of these buggers ~ the Beef Steak aka. False Morels.  Some people claim they are edible; but they have too high of a toxicity level for me to try them.  They say you can eat them but the toxin in them stays in your body and then all of a sudden ... one bite and you can be a goner.  Nope... not going to eat these:

 They really smelled good ... and there were so many ... so tempting; but nope! NO! No! NO!!! Don't eat the False Morels!



I also had a forager in the yard munching on clover.  Mr. or Mrs.  don't know the sex because I couldn't see under the tail ... Snow Shoe Hare ... all decked out in it's summer colors of brown. In the winter months it's pure white like the snow.




During the night ... more foragers :

A raccoon  and a flying squirrel ~




The biggest forager though of the neighborhood was a big black bear ... sorry no photo.  It was over at my Mom's place (a couple forties over to the east).  It ripped the screen off her house door! Poor Momma was a bit frazzled over the whole incident.

She heard something during the night and called out to my brother who lives with her.  She thought someone was breaking into the house.  My brother came out into the living room and when he turned on the lights he saw the bear on the other side of the door.  He hollared at it and it took off and went around the house to the kitchen door.  My brother then scared it off from there.  I guess he must of smelled the hamburgers that they had for supper and was wanting one.

Ahh... the joys and thrills of living in the woods!

Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.
~mel

Friday

btbw ~

I have a new bird coming to my feeder.  It really likes the grape jelly that I have out for the baltimore orioles.

It's a Black-Throated Blue Warbler.  Their range is southern Canada and across to Maine; but occasionally into the Great Lakes Region.  This is the first that I've seen them here in my neck of the woods.




 You can really see how it comes by it's name from this picture.  Black Throated Blue Warbler (BTBW)


I also had this little chipmunk stuffing seeds into it's cheeks.  It was fun to watch.



Just ONE MORE SEED! I know it'll fit ~


I know ... photo overload again ~ but aren't they pretty?


 Mr. and Mrs. Ruby-Throated Hummingbird
... both taking turns sitting on the same branch ...


Mr. and Mrs. American Goldfinch ... same branches too.  It must be the posing branch today :)
Fly in and get your picture taken!


Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.
~mel

Tuesday

critters ~

I have so many critters around ~ and I love it!  I guess that would be one of my biggest perks of living where I do ... out in the sticks in the middle of critter land:)


















Sometimes I feel like Ellie Mae Clampett!!  There is always something to see looking out my window.








Sorry for the photo overload.


Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.
~mel