Letters

Hunting

Dear Editor:

Spring is finally here and that means a lot of different things to different people. I know to many of us it means the beginning of spring turkey season, and after being cooped up all winter is something we really look forward to.

I understand that with melting snow the roads can sometimes be muddy, but does the Forest Service understand what a hazard they create by closing all of the roads in the spring.

Turkey hunting, unfortunately, can be a dangerous sport, and with all the roads closed it congregates all the hunters. Hunters pull up to the gates early in the mornings and walk from there. They are not able to spread out like they would if they were able to drive through the gates and it could easily turn into a dangerous situation. Now I’m not lazy or afraid to walk and a lot of the other hunters aren’t either, but when we are forced to park at the gates we just are unable to get spread out like we should for the sake of safety. I have pulled up to gates at 4 a.m. to be greeted by as many as ten or more vehicles ahead of me.

Turkey hunting, as I said before, can unfortunately be dangerous, but spring is a wonderful time of year and turkey hunting a wonderful sport. However, when you know that there are so many hunters in close proximity it can be much more unnerving.

I hope that the Forest Service takes this into consideration this spring and helps to lower the odds of a real tragedy happening.

Scott Brumfield

Monte Vista

ICE

Dear Editor:

Apparently this is a standard procedure all paramedics follow at the scene of an accident when they come across your cell phone.

ICE — In Case of Emergency.

We all carry our mobile phones with lots of names and numbers stored in its memory but no one , other than ourselves, knows which of these numbers belong to our closest family or friends. 

If we were to be involved in an accident or were taken ill, the people attending to us would have our mobile phone but wouldn’t know who to call. Yes, there are hundreds of numbers stored but which one is the contact person in case of an emergency? Hence, the ICE (In Case of Emergency) Campaign.

The concept of ICE is catching on quickly. It is a method of contact during emergency situations. As cell (mobile) phones are carried by the majority of the population, all you need to do is store the number of a contact person or persons who should be contacted during emergency under the name ICE (In Case Of Emergency).

The idea was thought up by a paramedic who found that when he went to the scenes of accidents, there were always mobile phones with patients, but they didn’t know which number to call. He therefore thought that it would be a good idea if there was a nationally recognized name for this purpose. In an emergency situation, Emergency Service personnel and hospital staff would be able to quickly contact the right person by simply dialing the number you have stored as “ICE.”

For more than one contact name simply enter ICE1, ICE2 and ICE3, etc.

A great idea that will make a difference!

Let’s spread the concept of ICE by storing an ICE number in our mobile phones today!

ICE will speak for you when you are not able to.

Gayle Dornbusch

The Trog

Dear Editor:

I am always delighted to hear from my friend, Jim Sawicki. It is my hope that if he pounds the keys long enough and hard enough, he will eventually write a letter that is semi-intelligible.

Bob Dungan

The infamous Arboles Troglodyte

Changing roles

Dear Editor:

Changing times, changing roles.

It is reported that more men than women are being laid off these days, simply because the jobs women hold are ones that are most necessary.

When both work outside the home, their work is “validated” by a bank check. These validations enable them to hire help for the house and kids. When the guy is laid off, to save money, he must accept a job requiring “multi-tasking” that has no validation. He must:

• Every day — make beds, clean kitchen, carry out trash, and once a week, dust, vacuum, clean bathrooms, change sheets and towels.

• Bathe and dress the little ones, settle them to play — must expect interruptions to the work now and then as small needs must be met first.

• Do laundry twice a week, fold and put away.

• Lunch little ones, read a book, put down for naps.

• While napping, plan evening meal. Bake some cookies — things of love for sure.

• While cookies are baking, pay bills, plan next trip to grocery store.

• When little ones are up, go grocery shopping. Return home, put groceries away and start dinner.

• Now arrives home, the tired, stressed-out wife — the “validated” one hugs kids, tells him about her day, might even say the dinner was great; or probably will just take it for granted that he already knows that.

• He cleans kitchen while mom readies little ones for bed, reads a book, tucks them in, hoping she has fulfilled her role for the day.

• Returns to living room and has following conversation:

“I just learned that our church is sponsoring a Cub pack and it would be so good for Danny to join. I understand they are needing den mothers but are having a time since so many of us ‘work.’ Sure would be nice if you would do that since you don’t ‘work.’”

He thinks for a moment and then replies.“That does sound interesting. Can I be a den dad? I do have a chunk of time on days I don’t pay bills or grocery shop, and I could take the little ones along. I might even have a chance for some adult conversation with other leaders. Yeah, I’ll do it!”

And what was her day like? Arrive at desk/work station by 8 a.m.; mid-morning break to relieve stress; one-hour lunch break with friends or shop; another break mid-afternoon to relieve stress; then the stressful arrival home to greet the kids.

For much too long, the person managing the home has gone unappreciated because in the olden days, that is what women did. Now that men are being forced to fill that role due to layoffs, perhaps there will be appreciation for the one who stays home and “minds the store.”

I come from a different time, at age 82. Oh, you don’t want to hear this, but perhaps curiosity will get the better of you. My generation had no garbage disposals or dishwashers; maybe a “washing machine,” but everything got hung out to dry and everything had to be ironed. No frozen food, no fast food restaurants. Most had only one car. Volunteerism was our social life. No such thing as “singles bars” — only losers frequented the bars. Most married their high school/college sweetheart or met their spouse through work, church or a blind date.

So, my dears, count your blessings. You never had it so good!

Patty Patton Tillerson