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mgeiript.eirns,bil-s-ii.hatouthawise’sa:ov.01!ar-:ananHIGH ROCKlu-or: bult;,hisie(igsallin?rl-ng*0fspyrermyIngofmefit-lenisDV-shc.? Ithelit*sr,ualelllob(redoIn*ind3utm*t• fisLngsel,rkitirthe •at-i aBAILEY, N. C. — There's something about October with its brightsunshine, its many startling colors, its briskness, its flirting with summer and winter — in short, its Indian summer days that reach down and make their appeal to that call - of - the - wild spirit inherent in nearly everyone of us. Before winter shuts us in, we find excuses to go “palling” with nature. If our pocketbooks permit and time is available, we slip away for the weekend to the seashore or the mountains. In either case we find an enchantment there that summer heat and red bugs and mosquitoes prevented one fromdiscovering.Such trips are but once during the month; and while they are wonderful, they cannot be indulged in week after week for a month or so. Yet the more colorful October becomes, the more invigorating her weather, the more urgent becomes our desire for the outdoors. We yield to everyone excuse to wander through the woods, to “go forth under the open sky. It is then that we sense something of Edna St. Vincent Millay's mood as she cries out, “O World, I cannot hold thee close enough! And so as not to miss any of its slipping away, he who in the love of Nature holds” finds himself each Sunday at least setting forth forthe woods.At any rate that is generally the picture of the people of our town, and no less characteristic of the general run of everyone, I’m sure.One of the favorite haunts of many of us is High Rock beyond Camp Charles. The site is far enough away to satisfy the going spirit, close enough not to require long in going, and has much that satisfies the longing for the outdoors.Practically every Sunday this month there will be picnickers packing food and pots and pans and heading for the Rocks. Reaching there, all will gather oak limbs that will be piled over rocks so placed as to hold a huge iron frying pan. These will be allowed to burn down to glowing coals, and upon these coals will be set the pan of fat. Into this sizzling fat excell. During the cooking just no other method of cooking can will go the pieces of chicken that enough oak and hickory ashes will have fallen into the pan to give the chicken the wood flavor that stimulates the appetite. Beside the Pan will be a huge pot of coffee boiling. A half mile uphill walk from Camp Charles in order to reach the Rocks and the late lunch hour (for most have waited until church was over before packing up for the drive to the camp and the trek to the Rocks) have further worked up an appetite that demands a chicken for every two persons, plus sandwiched, deviled eggs, cake and other good eats.What fellowship, what fun, what appetites as all seat themselves around the rock - spread table!Dinner over — and the chiggersDorothyZ/iDear Dorothy Dix: My husband and I are very happily marriage and he is wonderful to me. We are living with my in-laws who are the most wonderful parents anyone could ask for, especially since my own parents have passed away. However, I want my own home. My husband tells me to wait until he can give me the kind of home he feels we should have. I’m willing to. go to work so we can have the money we need sooner, but he won’t let me. We’ve been married three years and have no childrenDORCAS Answer: Every young couple should have their own home jUst as soon as possible. The very essence of marriage is the establishment of a separate domicile in which to raise a new family. This new entity is a complete unit in itself, and unless thisunity is achieved though its ownhome, family life cannot be fully realized. Even the best in - laws in the world cannot give a young couple the backgroundthey 3hould have.START SIMPLYA large part of the pleasure inestablicreatli ning c pose, to, to “waitiwhatwaste; ter sp youth and kOftetied h ably. ^ ed wil securi linquii Sue] ly en*very iis alsiing a! of. Ci a fanand mosquitoes gone for the season *— usually everyone finds a spot in order to stretch out for an hour or so of genuine relaxation intensified by the warm sunshine bath. Looking upward through colored leaves of birch, maple, oak, gum, hickory, and popular, one sees patches Of sky whose blue cannot be matched at any other season of the year. As one lies thus, his ears gradually become at-tuped to all the “voices of nature — the gurgling of the stream below, the peck of the woodpecker hunting his dinner, the eaution-call of the crow, the faint cracking of a nut as a squirrel eats his meal, ture in the midst of all her activi-awareness of the quietude of na-More and more is sensed an ten spiced with bits of philosophyty. Intermittent conversation, of-or remarks revealing one’s reveries, breaks the silence. So complete is the peacefulness of the surroundings one drifts off to sleep for a few minutesEre the afternoon passes, someone is sure to suggest that a bou-r quet of flowers be gathered to carry home. Off through the woodsall go, each selecting the specimenthat appeals to him most. At this time of the month the bouquet will invariably be a collection of the most colorful leaves that can be fotu d. But as the month bows to November and one feels a reminder of the coming winter in the air, the collection will be confined to mosses of various kind, unusual or gnarled woods, tiny spec-mens of win.er green, holly, pine ferns— anything that can be turned into a winter garden or used to makea ming tree. The gathering of thevarious specimen becomes an exciting race as members of the •group call out their find or hold it up as proof of its novelty.Long dark shadows begin to fill the woods and the ensuing chill tells one and all that nothing is ever so good that it cannot come to an end.What a different person returns home! Thoughts of the cold war, the Iron curtain, the hot war, and all tangled and confused thoughts are left in the woods. All the week’s accumulated mental and physical fatigue has vanished. A night of perfect rest lies ahead.respoi are si troubl You all ylt; point, mistre matte ings.:you tlt; the,plt;it’s jton twis ins on his with 3 ‘ DeajUSt :workbut mways1 with i to ruimiser;all.Axis mon\ iof the sisters you n dearls in y( nored havebe res look cer yc to ' th memfcthey lt;giving Don’t your i on y Doesnup a gardir enemi you h they i now, 1all toi lives.ELF L. Cri has don petHe sp contly jam c their lt;rushix them★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★
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Rocky Mount Evening Telegram
Rocky Mount, North Carolina, US
Sat, Sep 29, 1951
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