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Comments (5)I have a very good suggestion (if I don't say so myself!)for you since you are so close to McAlester. The local park there is an arboretum of sorts and has quite a good selection of trees (mostly labeled) that thrive in Oklahoma. I forget the exact directions but is just south of Carl Albert and several blocks east of 69 highway. If you walk around the track you will see all of them. I had the pleasure of working with one of the city employees who maintains the arboretum, and I believe it to be a little known gardening gem in that part of the state. I live in Tulsa, but will be working near there next week. I will get you better directions if you like and nobody else beats me to it. Welcome to Oklahoma!...See MoreGenesis
Comments (48)... was made when I was about nine years old. The previous year, my very wise mother had purchased a house that had two back yards: one in the front that was the same size as the average yard on our block, backed by a huge, overgrown Laurel hedge; and through a gap in the hedge (defined by a broken rose trellis), one in the back which was "the kids' yard", in which my brothers and I could joyfully dig all the holes to China we wanted. The northeast corner of our yard had been a compost heap for years. My mother assured me this would be the best soil for a vegetable garden; so I enlisted the help of all the other neighborhood children to help me dig up all the sod, spent all my allowance for weeks on bags of manure and seeds, and managed to grow a lush patch of Nasturtiums, some wonderful peas, and a watermelon that reached 1" across before the slugs consumed it whole. I also unwisely planted a rose in the shadiest corner of the yard, where it bloomed nevertheless -- but sparsely -- a few years later. My lack of success was very discouraging, so I gave up on gardening -- although I still enjoyed helping my mother care for her flowers in her well-manicured flower garden. In my teens, I began to foray into the world of houseplants. I had a friend who was very gifted at caring for and propagating houseplants, and soon I had enough donations from his jungle to start my very own living room conservatory. That was the extent of my gardening for many years, until my first husband and I bought a home shortly after the birth of our daughter. Housing prices had just begun to skyrocket, so we could barely afford a home at all -- but we bought the best house we could find, a solidly-built two-bedroom, c. 1927, on a lot that measured 50x60 feet. Our total yard area was a 40x25' fenced area plus a 12x20' unfenced strip of lawn in front of the house. One day about a week after we closed on the house (in mid-October 1988), I stood looking out the living room window at our tiny yard. "Is this really ours?" I asked my husband. "Yes," he answered. "I can do anything I want with it, and no landlord can take it away from us?" "Yes you can," he answered. "Nobody can take it away from us." "I think I'm going to plant a garden," I said. The next few weeks, I went a little crazy. I bought bulbs: ten of this, ten of that, a bag of those mixed kinds, a dozen of these... Soon I had over 300 bulbs to plant (maybe more), it was the end of the season, and I didn't even have the beds made yet! I gardened all that winter, with the baby strapped in a pack on my back. I set up lights so I could work into the evenings as the days grew shorter. (It wasn't uncommon to see me still digging at midnight, when the baby was safely tucked in bed under her father's watchful eye.) I don't know how I did it, but I got all those bulbs in the ground, in beds that were deeply dug and richly fortified with manure and bulb fertilizer. I was determined that THIS time, my garden wouldn't fail to thrive! So all during the dark days of winter, I planned... I read books and learned about loam and zones and soil testing and plants. I made lists of flowers by color, height, and bloom season; I read plant encyclopedias cover-to-cover, marked interesting entries, and then read them again. I pored over seed catalogues and ordered seeds. Soon I was also buying propagating trays, and three cheap industrial steel shelves to line the south windows of our house. I grew everything I could from seed, because I knew we wouldn't be able to afford to buy many plants in pots. In early February, my grandfather's will finally came out of probate, and I received $2,000 as a bequest. Grandfather had loved his garden in Modesto, so I knew he'd be pleased if I put his bequest to good use in my own garden. I bought lumber for the grape arbor. I bought paving bricks (the old cobblestone kind that are fired and weigh 10 pounds each) for the pathway and the patio under the grape arbor. I bought more seeds, more amendments, and ... oh, yeah, for $5 we bought a cubic yard of "chicken-n-chips", composted chicken manure and wood chips. Oh, Chicken-n-Chips! Well, such a deal! Enough amendment for my entire garden, all for only $5! The catch? The catch was, we had to pick it up and haul it home ourselves. So we borrowed my parents' VW van, took out the back seat, and lined the passenger area with plastic tarp. We put our daughter's car seat in the second back seat, just behind the tarp, and we drove twenty miles into the country to the address shown in the paper. When we arrived, the gentleman took our money, looked dubiously at the VW van, and said we could haul away all the Chicken-n-Chips we could carry. Then he pointed to the pile... There it was... the biggest mountain of hot, steaming sh*t I ever hope to see in my life. There were little flies buzzing joyfully around this source of warmth and nourishment. Wisps of steam rose from it in the brisk February air... And the smell was unbelievable. We cheerfully lifted our shovels and began our task. As we shoveled more and more of the malodorous cr*p into the passenger compartment of the van, our tiny daughter began to grimace in shock and dismay as the smell reached her nostrils. When she realized that her insane parents were going to continue filling the van with this stuff in spite of its obnoxious smell, she whimpered softly. We drove the van home on that cold day with the windows wide open all the way. Then we unloaded it into our driveway, carefully peeled the tarp out of the passenger compartment, wiped everything down, put the seat back in, and returned it to my parents. They were never the wiser. My very first flower garden that year nearly caused traffic accidents in front of our house, as drivers would slam on their brakes to gape openmouthed at our tiny yard that overflowed with flowers. Love, Claudia...See MoreWindshield wipers stopped in upright position
Comments (8)I drove an old KW one night near midnight the wipers did just that; 1/2 way across and they stuck. Well I did the best I could with what I had. I tied a 1/2 inch rope to the drivers side wiper arm ran it outside the mirror bracket back into the cab and held it in my left hand. Then when the arm quit I guv it a jerk with the rope and it would come all the way left--back to the right--then 1/2 way again. Several hours. There is more to truck driving than grabbing gears. Next morning I rolled into the shop and axt em if they could improve it. They replaced the big rope with an nice lanyard and a T-handle. Regular fellows they were. :-)...See MoreAnyone here ever lived in Vancouver, Washington?
Comments (26)My husband grew up there, his sister still lives in the family home.( near Salmon Creek) the only crime she has experienced was she was robbed by teenagers while she was at work. They came in through her doggie door. One robbery in 64 years..not too bad. There's meth areas, but it would not be in the newer nicer neighborhoods. Meth is everywhere anymore, every town has it somewhere. Obviously a older single woman wouldn't be out late at night in those areas. My sister in law goes to see her half sister in assisted living after work, and also goes out karoke with her friends late at night. Never a problem. Vancouver has gotten HUGE as compared to 20 years ago. It has very good medical facilities, great shopping and a very nice park system. Fort Vancouver has a amazing 4th of July ! Not going to lie, traffic is bad every time we go. I'd rather not drive thru to Portland on I 5, we always take 205. There also is the metro bus system..very efficient. It does NOT rain 3 out of 5 days. Winters can be gray and drizzly, but no one is shoveling several feet of snow either. When it snows, it's rare and in inches. It lasts two days and is gone. Spring, Summer and Fall are very nice. There's lots to do, and no one bothers going to Portland for groceries. But if you did, you do not have to declare you are not from Oregon and pay Washington taxes on them. A car yes, but groceries or clothing no..never at IKEA either. There are nice grocery stores and a Costco right there. They go to the airport exit because IKEA is there. We will be there again tomorrow for two days....See MoreBunny
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