Tuesday, February 10, 2015

MOORMANISM #33, 11-23-72, From McLeansboro TimesLeader;McLeansboro,Illinois #Moormanisms

 Sometime ago I was alongside the Skillet Fork River. That river is incomplete. It needs a knife and spoon.
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We shouldn’t destroy any more woods in Southern Illinois. What’s it going to be like in 
the 90’s? What’s it like now? In most cases, money is of less importance than the trees. I feel people of our age need to leave some good behind and destroying trees is contrary to the need. Of course, forest management is something else. Why destroy whole wood lots?
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Once, Dad and I had an argument. He stated animals couldn’t think and I said they could. 
He stated animals act by instinct and I said my observations told me different. Dad said, “Come and talk to me again in five years when you have learned to think.” At least he gave me credit for being a human, if a slow one.
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In life there are things one must or should know. In life there are things nice to know. In life there are things not worth knowing. What do you need to know?
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I went into a bank in another city and wanted a loan to pay for my pond. The banker said, 
“If I were you I wouldn’t have any more ponds dug.” I replied, “I wanted those ponds, and if I were you I’d just take care of this bank.”
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Not long ago a pretty kid came up the street wearing shorts shorter than shorts. I said to 
the fellow sitting with me, “What pretty legs!” I meant for her to hear. A few days later I saw her wearing a dress like Tecumsah’s wigwam.
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At the market I purchased a peach pie. I cooked the pie and it was good except they 
forgot to put the peaches in it. Note I said peaches, not peach. 
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I have some turkeys. They gripe, moan, and groan even more than people. 
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Actually you shouldn’t talk about anyone because you might say a thing against a hidden friend. This hidden friend might do something for you someday. When you die he might come to your funeral.
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A few days ago I put some cornbread in my oven at 9 a.m. When I checked on it at 12 
noon the next day, it was done.
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I was digging into an old well when this thought came to me. Mistakes as well as guilt are made to be buried and forgotten and never brought to mind. If anyone reminds you more than once of a mistake you made, forget him.



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