The annual sugaring season has come and gone along with all of winter's traditional outdoor activities. The sleds, toboggans, skis, snowshoes, mittens, felt lined boots, face masks, etc., etc., etc. are put away until next winter.
The sugar content of this years sap was less than normal requiring about 50 gallons of sap to make one gallon of the delicious syrup. As usual residents of all ages and all walks of life were observed participating in this annual late winter event.
pleasant springlike day in mid March, taciturn "Pear"
Huntley, so named as a noted orchardist, drove into town
from his Swearing Mountain farm and found that dour
Irishman Hal Macomber looking at a $1.99 straw hat
displayed in the window of the Beartown General Store.
somebody say Beartown?
With no contested races for any of the town
offices this year and a slight decrease in both the town
and school budgets, the majority of the time was spent
discussing Population Explosion. Many
varied predictions were presented about what would occur
if something drastic weren't done pretty soon to control
In the "roaring
20's" bootleggers rather than tourists were
the most frequent travelers on the back roads of Beartown.
After crossing the Canadian border with their illicit
cargo, the game of hide and seek between the runner and
the revenuer began in earnest. Beartown was enroute to
the population centers of the eastern U. S. and its rural
setting provided several routes to transport the hooch.
Burnham related his examination for a certificate to
practice law consisted of but two questions:
We do not
tear your clothing with machinery. We do it very
carefully by hand.
Hastings was a very religious man. He missed church one
Sunday because of all the farm chores. The next Sunday
the minister asked why he hadn't been in church. Farmer
Hastings explained that he had planting to do. The
minister said, "But our Lord worked six days and
rested on the seventh."
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