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A nod to the ol’ timers

A nod to the ol’ timers

I was on a walk around our little town awhile back and it made me wonder.

How many of us appreciate the trades men and women (got to keep it politically correct….) of yesteryears? Our downtown was built before most of us were born. Segments of an old bridge are still there to admire, an old generator on display on the north west side of city hall.

I invite you to tour your town with a new set of eyes. Not to just look at old stuff, but to think about the countless and nameless trades men and women who built and operated these things. The brick layers, carpenters, steel workers, mechanics, concrete workers, electricians, road workers, loggers and anyone else I am forgetting to mention. They deserve remembering more than the normal people we hold up, because without those tradesmen, NOTHING would get done.

Then think about the trades men and women of today. They keep the cogs of the machine we call society turning. Appreciate what they do. Take a breath, look up from the task at hand and appreciate what has been done for you and continues to be done for you by those nameless tradesmen. Heck! Maybe if you feel so inclined don’t let them be nameless! Thank them….. go to your local museum and look at old photos and see if you can identify people for them!

 

The Idahoan

The Idahoan

(Tips for the prospective Idahoan.)

For you the prospective Idahoan. We already covered the Idahoan’s staple food. The Huckleberry. Now let’s cover the actual Idahoan itself.

We already know, generally speaking, that the Idahoan is a blunt, kind, and a patriotic critter. What you may not know about the Idahoan, it is perplexing, is that they are never happy yet full of joy.

Now the Idahoan is constantly changing their minds. You will hear them complain….. A LOT! So these two things go together to form the perpetually unhappy Idahoan. An example of this was my first year living in Idaho amongst the Idahoan. I heard Idahoans complain about the amount of mosquitos (just so you are aware…. there aren’t any). To prove the point I had a co-worker show me the one welt on their ankle as proof of the quantity and viciousness of their “mossquitos”.

I heard Idahoans complain about the cold in the winter (southerners will find this complaint valid, Alaskans and Midwesterners will laugh). Then, when it warms up they will complain about the heat. The thing you have to realize is that the heat here is a dry heat. Meaning you can go in the shade and it gets cooler! (If you happened to be near a midwesterner or southeasterner, look at the disbelief in their face…… cooler in the shade pppffffffft!) In the spring the Idahoan will complain about the amount of rain and clouds they are getting. Then when it is dry and cloudless you will hear them wishing for rain.

Then comes they other half of the Idahoan. Strangely full of joy. If you heard an Idahoan during a complaint phase you may think they are a supremely unhappy person. But as stated above they can be perplexing. Because, the Idahoan, in general, will put their complaints, ailments, injuries and problems aside to help you. They will smile and be genuinely happy to help.

The Idahoan, although they can complain is also supremely happy with where they live. If they have moved (even within the state) it was due to work, health, or family. The choice to move away was not made lightly. An Idahoan away from Idahome is definitely scheming to get back.

They are also able to enjoy the different things they complain about…. Heat? Let’s go swimming! More snow than the winter of ’96 (apparently it was legendary)? Let’s snowboard, ski, snowmobiling etc! An Idahoan will let you know what they think of the situation (complain), but then they will help you figure out how to make the best of it.

So! If you haven’t had the pleasure of conversing with an Idahoan….. go out and find one! Grab a coffee with them, Speak to them, Kindness will follow!

-R

Follow up comlaint

Follow up comlaint

(Also taken from North Idaho Life post I put up)

I have a FORMAL COMPLAINT (From the Raul portion of this account). I would appreciate it if someone could pay attention to it this time. Some time back I requested you folks stop putting beautiful photos which entice my family to Idaho. I was assured “the contest” was ending soon and the flood of photos would slow. WELLLLLL they didn’t. They continued. Then this guy Keith gets my kids involved by starting a youth art contest, so we check the page every day to see what is happening. Along with these great little artists are splashes of Idaho photos. THEN ANOTHER CONTEST! -.- I hope all of you are proud. You couldn’t listen to the pleas of a husband and father who was trying to keep his family in the Great Plains of the Red River Valley. Sooooo now we are moving to North Idaho. Will find out soon the exact time-line for the move but it is pretty much a for sure thing. 🙂 Have a good one and keep those photos coming.

A plea to an Idaho Group…

A plea to an Idaho Group…

(This was originallyposted on North Idaho Life on Facebook on March 30, 2016) *Click North Idaho Life to go to the original post*

If this doesn’t fit here go ahead and remove: I am the Raul portion of this account. I’m here writing today to file a complaint. First, a bit of background. My wife, my kids and I had gone out to CDA on a truly random road trip from the plains of Fargo/Moorhead. I’ll be the first to admit. The pan handle is amazing, breath taking and flat out stunning. I said what all tourists say when they show up in a beautiful place and a said “I wish I could live here”. Then after a short thought process I said “Why DON’T we live here?” “What’s holding us to the plains?”. The usual thoughts come to mind, a decent job with seniority, family near by, friends and comfort in the known. But Amber and I have always been nomads, at work everyone knows us as “gypsies” because of how often we had moved in the past and how often we move in our area. So that’s the background. Now for the complaint. I tired of this page. TIRED OF IT! You guys/gals CONSTANTLY posting your breath taking views, your beautiful clear streams and waterfalls, your majestic wildlife…. It’s never ending. Amber says SEE SEE we should move there and live there. So I come back with OH YEAH?! Look outside! See our views! There! The brownish hews of the plains! LOOK! we have a giant river that is mud colored our WHOLE “valley” is named after it! How do you folks expect me to compete?! HOW?! So please refrain in the future from showing the majesty of your state and tempting us to move there……. But in all honesty. It would be awesome to move there. Good work all of you. From a midwesterner used to plains, swamps, and mosquitoes the size of humming birds.

The Huckleberry…

The Huckleberry…

(Tips for the prospective Idahoan.)

Huckleberries. A strange little thing. The quickest way to start a war or thank a North Idahoan revolves around this strange little berry.

If you would like to offend the Idahoan I can give you the quickest route. The Huckleberry.

As in my previous post (on North Idaho Life), I informed you the Idahoan is a fiercly patriotic/loyal creature; to their country, state and county. But that pales in comparison to how a North Idahoan feels about Huckleberries.

Let me explain. To those of you who don’t know what a Huckleberry is look at the provided photos and educate yourself. You will NOT be accepted by the Idahoan until, at least once, your fingers have been stained purply-blue.

Now! Don’t you dare say they are blueberries! Goodness me. If you do that in front of, within earshot of, or in a fashion that an Idahoan will find out you said it you best look out. It doesn’t matter that they are in the same family. It doesn’t matter if researchers have a hard time telling the difference. It doesn’t matter that when you finally get up to that mountain and find them you will find out these berries come in a multitude of different sizes, colors and flavors (explained below). Get this in your head now rookie! If it is found on the mountain it is a Huckleberry. If you can pick it at a farm or buy it at the store, THAT is a blueberry. Okay. We saved you some grief.

The next way to get an Idahoan riled up is by asking them where they pick their berries. Jeeze! If the icy stare isn’t enough to scare you away and you are silly enough to persist…. well I wish you the best. I doesn’t matter if the Idahoan found a 50 acre patch with more berries than they could eat in a lifetime! They will put a ribbon on a tree branch, punch it into their GPS, and make whoever happened to be with them swear an oath of secrecy. This isn’t a game folks, it’s Huckleberries!

The actual berry is quite interesting. The flavor ranges from a real smokey flavor, to really sweet, to tart. They range in colors from black, red, purple, and…….. blue (THEY ARE NOT BLUEBERRIES!). Sizes go from tiny to grape size.

Bushes will be real short to the ground to higher than you knee….. well my knee, I don’t know how tall you are. They will range from bright green leaves to autum colors depending on their life cycle.

Early in the season (late June/early July) they will be found at low altitude. They will ripen later and later the higher you go.

So! We covered how to offend the Idahoan and what we are looking for when you go out. (For crying outloud TRY to have local-ish plates when you go out. Rent a car, borrow a friends, hitch hike… walk.) Now let’s cover the positives.

From my extensive (not really) research into the subject, if you want to win some favor points with an Idahoan, present them with Huckleberries. You could give them an old milk jug with leaves, stems, bugs and dirt. It will be as if you were giving them a long lost friend. They will smile, thank you, pretend they couldn’t accept them. Then they will tell you what they plan to do with them, just to put you at ease that those precious little gems won’t go to waste. Imagine the points you get if you minimally process/clean them or make them into a pie or other dessert. This is multiplied if you have heard the Idahoan complain about not being able to get up in the mountains to pick because of some reason or another. I believe if the Hatfield or McCoy families would have given the other side a Huckleberry pie all would have been forgiven.

So, my prospect Idahoan, get some good shoes on, get a recepticle of some sort, start driving mountain roads and look for those elusive (not really at all) Huckleberries!

Remember, when people ask if you went Huckleberry hunting, where you went and how much you got. The answers are Yes, in the mountains, and I did not get enough for you.

With these tips you are on your way to being a true Idahoan.

-R

We killed all of them?

We killed all of them?

Bees are truly incredible creatures! As you may have read in my wife’s post earlier, our bees were doomed.
It was sad. Our package starving, likely with bee dysentary, a third dead. Then the weather was against them. Cold and raining for a week! 

We were like new parents. Sure that everything we did was wrong, that we had doomed these little critters! Then, we fearfully checked the hive. They were clustered. Barely any syrup consumed. In our minds….. goners. 

I was continually harassing a master beekeeper at honeybeesuite.com Rusty was always helpful and her blog super informative! Go say hi and fill you brain with beeknowledge. Rusty is a straight forward lady with a love for bees and words…

Yesterday we exited the aparant nuclear winter! It was sunny and 70+ degrees! You know what miraculous thing was happening? Bees! Buzzing around, flying away from the hive as others returned. Some even had bits of pollen on their little legs!

The streaks are bee poop from the dysentary

We did another hive inspection. We have a top bar style hive. Why? Just ‘cuz. Anyway, bar # 1….. NOTHING. Not even a bee! Hmmm. Bar #2 & #3 same. Then #4!  Had bees and a little chunk of comb! I was so excited. (Which for me meant I smiled.)

#3 with the baby comb!

As we went on we found a “huge” drawn comb! It was amazing! They built this on their own, they were filling it with nectar and pollen. Against all odds (in our minds) these little critters were making a home. Amazing! 

There is nectar!