Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
In our very recent history (I’m thinking those covered wagon days and long after), these eastern plains were covered with cedar trees. We can so easily imagine it, because now we see tiny cedar trees in every pasture or bit of grassland. Farmers and ranchers, I suppose, fight them as one can see they soon would take over.
However, go back to those covered wagons, those settlers: “Cedar logs,” they must have thought. Cedar is a hard, almost indestructible wood with which settlers built their log cabins. Those cedar trees had to have been so thick, causing them to grow straight up, not all sprawling out as we see them.
As I see it, in our too-fast-moving world, history still is being taught, but not very in-depth. (I know, of course, it can’t be.) My great-granddaughter Maria, now 10, loves to read about our history. We had history books so full of so much, now history is a part of social studies.
The next time you drive down U.S. Highway 24-40, notice the tiny — and in some spots, oh so thick — trees along fences. The larger and beautiful trees are so thick, ready to take back the land.
They crossed the Mississippi, the Ozarks beauty, then the cedar-covered land, into my very favorite, The Flint Hills.
So as we worry and fret about today’s problems, perhaps we need, for a few moments, to dwell on those brave pioneers and appreciate what they undertook, what they gave to us.
Just get in the car and take a drive down a few of our highways and byways. One can see in one’s mind just what a beautiful world it was back then — and still is, folks. I just thank God he “planted” me in this land.
God Bless you all, as we welcome a new year, and all it may bring. Share those hugs now. Bye.
— Aunt Norie, PO Box 265, Tonganoxie 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org.