2024.05.19 21:26 Remarkable-Race-3492 Bunny Ranch
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2024.05.18 01:04 subredditsummarybot Your weekly /r/Emo roundup for the week of May 10 - May 16, 2024
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37 | 12 comments | [Discussion] you guys fuck with jejune??? ehat about endive | |
26 | 5 comments | [Live Footageđ¸] My screamo band fingerswoventogether playing in the woods May 3rd 2024 | |
24 | 8 comments | Hey Mercedes - Stay Six | [Sp] [AM] [Dzr] [SC] |
22 | 6 comments | kerosene heights emoviolence side project | |
21 | 10 comments | [(Emo Adjacent)] idialedyournumber - Bunny Goes 2 Business School | [Sp] [AM] [BC] [Dzr] |
21 | 4 comments | Title Fight - Numb, But I Still Feel It | [Sp] [AM] [BC] [Dzr] [SC] |
17 | 7 comments | [Emo Revival] Free Throw - Hey Ken, Someone Methodically Mushed the Donuts | [Sp] [AM] [Dzr] |
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712 | 96 comments | It really is like this though. | |
150 | 88 comments | I have definitive proof that 2003 was peak emo | |
137 | 25 comments | [(Emo Adjacent)] Holy Moly | |
128 | 44 comments | [/Emojerk] Give me your best songs for missing the crispy chicken ranch snackwrap from McDonalds | |
119 | 22 comments | Just found out about Knapsack and this album is a banger | |
105 | 194 comments | Just went through my first ever breakup, give me your most gut wrenching relationship/breakup songs | |
102 | 121 comments | [Discussion] Slow screamo songs? |
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88 | 270 comments | [Discussion] What is an emo band that you consider to be emo that others donât? | |
99 | 168 comments | Letâs Argue: Michigan has the best emo scene by far. | |
39 | 115 comments | Whatâs the best 3 album run in emo music? | |
70 | 104 comments | [Discussion] Most heavy, edgy, over the top emo bands? | |
58 | 99 comments | [Discussion] Iâm turning 26, having a bit of an existential crisis, good band rec? |
2024.05.17 04:23 PurpleAlcoholic If ETM was still alive and relatively healthy what would be be doing ?
2024.05.13 00:57 Kikiloverkink Working at the Bunny Ranch has been empowering..
2024.05.13 00:54 Kikiloverkink Have you ever been to the Bunny Ranch in Nevada?
2024.05.12 23:58 Kikiloverkink Have you ever been to the Bunny Ranch in Nevada and how was your experience?
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2024.05.11 04:37 critical_courtney [Hot Off The Press] â Chapter Six
https://preview.redd.it/34y98l11mpzc1.jpg?width=1410&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5d12592f7af99dbfc4b46fa31b0260b7485649bc submitted by critical_courtney to redditserials [link] [comments] My Discord Buy me a cup of coffee (if you want) Previous Chapter Chapter Six: (Dawn) My house was quiet save for the occasional bleating of Billie outside. And he was only vocal for a little bit in the morning. The warm smell of coffee filled the kitchen as I fried up an egg sandwich courtesy of the Fates. A soft clicking noise kicked on as the spout of my coffee maker whirred to life and granted me the caffeine Iâd need to start my day. âThanks be to Kaldi,â I mumbled, pulling out a white mug with a black witch hat and boots painted on the side. Underneath the logo were the words, âNice shoes. Wanna have hex?â I grinned as I filled the mug with coffee and watched the steam float up to gently kiss my nose. I didnât add any cream or sugar. They were mainly in my cabinet for guests. Guests like Frankie Dee, who definitely shouldnât be on my mind right now. Because we were professional business partners. Not romantic partners who fell in love after a decidedly amusing one-night stand. No need to remember how soft her lips were or how she squirmed under my touch. Because there was no way that was happening again. Yup, I thought, sipping my coffee, picturing things I definitely shouldnât be. No way. I made quick work of my breakfast while scrolling through my social media feeds and replying to a few comments Iâd gotten about yesterdayâs podcast episode. A few minutes later, I left my phone on my nightstand, donned a simple pair of ripped jeans and a purple tank top, and went into the backyard. The air was still a bit nippy for a tank top, but Iâd be fine once I got used to it. Billie ran up to me as soon as I stepped onto the lawn. Picking the goat up, I kissed his head gently three times and giggled. âOkay, my adorable little Billie. I need you to watch the Fates while I say hi to Mother. Can you do that?â âBaa!â my furry little friend bleated. âThatta boy.â I set him down and stepped over the ranch fence and chicken wire into the patch of woods behind my home. Maple and elm trees greeted me with open branches as my bare feet traced over the soil. Taking a deep breath of the cool morning wind, I made my way about 100 feet from my property line to a faerie ring of mushrooms. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a few pieces of candy, unwrapped them, and placed them in the circle. âGotta keep the fae happy,â I said, grinning. âI certainly donât want them coming for a visit.â A little further into the woods, I found my usual morning meditation spot between two tree stumps. Iâd dug out a little hollow in the earth next to a bayberry bush. Sitting cross-legged, I lowered myself into the little hollow and took a deep breath, closing my eyes. Clearing my mind usually took a few minutes as I typically pictured all the things I had waiting for me ahead in the day to come. But this morning most of my thoughts focussed on a certain newspaper editor. Squinting, I tried to chase them away. The most I managed was to push those thoughts out to the fringe of my subconscious. They were like a herd of ornery goats, and I didnât have a border collie to properly lead them where they needed to go. âThatâll have to do,â I mumbled, taking another deep breath, holding it for 10 seconds, and letting it go slowly, feeling my mind sink into the welcome embrace of Mother Gaia as I did every morning. The feel of soil between my toes, the sound of a blue jay calling out above me, the taste of morning fog that rolled from Casco Bay and had yet to yield its grip on this cool morning to an eventual sunny day. In all of these things, there was magic, and I tapped into it, surrendered myself to this beautiful gift of life. With my body held in place by the roots of this small patch of forest, I opened my spirit to Mother Gaia for a new day of life. âMother Gaia, I thank you for the many gifts you provide each day. I greet you by name this day as I do every morning with notes of gratitude on my lips. I sing the song of your beauty with each breath of air released from my lungs. You feed me. You clothe me. You put the very earth under my feet. I receive these blessings and bow my head to the grand start of another new day. May I honor you with it,â I prayed aloud to the goddess. The wind picked up, and I sat there breathing, not in silence, but in the morning sounds of this tiny patch of forest on the west side of Portland. Someone in the next neighborhood over was walking an excited dog barking at something. In the distance, I heard Billie sound off again. Behind me, a fox darted over one of the stumps and between some tall grass. My mind drifted to rest as I felt waves of energy from the Earth moving through the ground beneath me and up through the trees. With a slower breath, I folded into the parcel of nature that held me and remained at peace for a while. An hour later, I was showered and sitting in my recording studio down in the basement. Black absorbers hung on each wall around me. The brown and white carpet muffled my footsteps as I walked over to my laptop and turned everything on. While my Adobe Audition booted up and started syncing my files, I walked over to a table behind me and lit some sandalwood incense, softly blowing on the embers to coax wafting smoke to life. It didnât take long before the smell of incense filled my basement studio. From one of my basement hopper windows, I saw all of the Fates rush by, chasing something. A snake maybe? Giggling, I took a seat at the computer desk and swung the microphone and its protector around toward me. I cleared my throat and blew my nose. âTesting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, testing. Testing,â I said, adjusting the levels of my recording. I pulled a worn notebook with Wednesday Addams on the cover toward me and flipped to the notes Iâd made for this episode. I need to get a new one with Jenna Ortega on the cover, I thought, seeing I only had three or four pags left in this notebook. Yawning and shaking my head from side to side, I hit the record button and spoke the opening lines of my podcast. âYouâre listening to Dawnâs Divinations, your #1 witchy podcast for everything from astrology to tarot. On todayâs episode, Iâll be discussing tips for grounding yourself against chaotic energy, whatâs up with Jupiter lately, and I have a recorded interview with Maria Gonzalez about her newest book on shadow work and what we all get wrong when trying to tackle it.â Pausing for a moment, I took a breath away from my microphone and a quick sip of water. âBut before we get into all that, I want to take a minute to thank the sponsor for todayâs episode, Bombo Socks. When Iâm hiking in Acadia National Park and trying to connect with nature, itâs so much easier to get my head right when Iâm wearing socks that keep my feet dry and cool no matter the weather. Bombo Socks have a variety of materials all ethically sourced and made by hand for any of your comfort needs, whether youâre hiking down a trail or recording a witchy podcast episode.â I spent the rest of the morning recording, editing, and proofing the latest episode before submitting it to my distributor that would push it across to various platforms where my listeners were subscribed to me. When Iâd finished adding a few bonus recordings for my Patreon subscribers, I got up and stretched. âOh goddess, Iâm tired,â I said. Right about that time, my stomach let me know that the egg sandwich Iâd eaten a few hours ago was depleted. And it hungered for more. âEasy, tum tum. Youâre growling louder than I did reading the things Gretchen said to Imogen in the restaurant.â As I tried to figure out what I could make for lunch with rice, flour, and breadcrumbs, I reminded myself to go grocery shopping tonight. Just like Iâd reminded myself last night before playing two hours of âLittle Kitty, Big City.â My phone buzzed, and I found a text from ââKeyla waiting for me as I unlocked the screen. âClient canceled meeting. Lunch?â she wrote. As I grinned and confirmed our lunch date, I practically ran into my room to throw on a purple v-neck shirt, a black broom skirt, and a long flowing jacket I left unbuttoned. Keyla worked at a little accounting office in Knightville, so I made the 15-minute drive along the Fore River and over the Casco Bay Bridge. I always liked Knightville. It was quiet and had such pretty views of Portlandâs harbor from Thomas Knight Park. You could walk up a little ramp to a platform halfway between the Casco Bay Bridge and the water, and the harbor would hide no secrets from you on a sunny day. Cruise ships that docked in town, sailboats, and cargo vessels having their shipping containers unloaded via crane, you could see it all. And a little further in the distance, you could spot some of the taller buildings in downtown Portland like the M&T Bank Building and the Time and Temperature Building flashing words like âCall Joe.â Half of Knightville seemed like a little residential cluster just across the water from Maineâs biggest city, and half of it seemed like a little downtown section for SoPo. Sitting right smack dab in the middle of the little neighborhood was a Mexican restaurant called Taco Duo. I walked inside to the smell of salsa and cooked beef, instantly reminding me how hungry I was. Working while hungry. Who did that remind me of? A certain newspaper editor I definitely wasnât still thinking about now that my podcast was finished and uploaded. Sitting at an orange table surrounded by blue and yellow chairs, I spotted perhaps the only real friend Iâd made since moving to Maine. She was munching on chips and salsa frowning at her phone when I walked over. âHey girl!â she said, standing up and throwing her arms around me. I smiled and returned Keylaâs crushing hug. âWell, thatâs a much happier look than the one you had five seconds ago. Did another coworker ask why you spelled your name âweirdâ again?â I asked as we both sat down. Neither of us needed a menu. Weâd both eaten here enough to have the damn thing memorized in English and Spanish. Keyla rolled her eyes. âNot quite. Thankfully, I have nothing new to report from the accounting firm of Snow and Cream. But I did make my boss squirm last week by asking what the officeâs plans for celebrating Juneteenth this year were. That man set a land speed record for sweat. His shirt was soaked in about 20 seconds,â she said, giggling. I snickered. Sitting across from me was a tall, gorgeous Black woman wearing a nice blouse and slacks. She looked every part the role of an accountant. But seeing as Maine was literally the whitest state in the U.S., Keyla didnât exactly look like a carbon copy of her coworkers, most of whom were middle-aged white men who drove nice trucks or SUVs to the office and all looked like they would repeatedly hire a new guy by the name of Ben Wyatt, only to have him quit minutes later. If Keyla didnât draw the occasional glance for her skin color, she might be stared at for her shaved head. It was the typical bullshit people of color dealt with existing in a society weâd constructed primarily for people who looked like me. We both met on the Merrill Theatre fundraising committee, a group of five people who help plan how best to take money from people to keep a beautiful and underfunded fine arts location from being shuttered and bulldozed for luxury condos or some bullshit. âNo, I was scowling because I havenât been able to find any resources for dating, uh, trans men,â Keyla said, putting her phone in her purse. I flashed her a wicked grin. âOh? Got yourself a new boyfriend, Keyla? And why havenât I seen any pictures or even heard this manâs name? Youâve been holding out on me!â My best friend in the entire world rolled her eyes for a second time, and we got up to order our food. Before long, she had a chorizo burrito, and I had a plate of mole enchiladas with beans and rice. Between mouthfuls of delicious food, I poked at Keylaâs dating life again. âSo. . . his name?â She looked up and finished a bite before answering. âHis name is Lalo. We go to the same gym. Heâs been helping me with weightlifting and eventually asked for my number.â My smile only grew. âYeah. . . and?â She sneered. âBitch, shut up. I ainât like that. . . not yet, anyway.â âThere it is!â I almost whooped. She jabbed a finger in my face. âYou shut that mouth, or Iâll turn you over to the Church and tell them youâre secretly a witch. Theyâll give you the rack or something.â âKeyla, I already have a perfectly functional rack.â She raised an eyebrow but couldnât keep from snickering. âAnd tell me. . . has anybody made good use of it lately? I mean â itâs been two months since Jessica dumped you, right? How do you know your tits are still perfectly functional?â I stared down at the table and found myself at a loss for words. I was thinking about Frankie Dee again and the feeling of her breasts pressed against mine. The way they â fuck! The goal was to keep things professional. And I couldnât do that if I kept wishing sheâd get under me again (and stay awake this time). âOh my god, youâre picturing someone right now, arenât you? Who is she? Tell me her name.â âOh no no, my friend. You first. Tell me about Lalo,â I said, taking another bite of my enchilada. Keyla scratched her cheek and then looked at her plate, not eating. âHeâs really cute, got a body that looks like it was chiseled by a Renaissance sculptor.â I cocked my head to the side as a husband and wife got up from the table beside us to leave and head home. âThen whatâs the issue? It sounds like youâre attracted to him.â âI am! Heâs great. And he makes me laugh. The other day we were passing a truck that had a license plate with the letters F-O-O-F-O-O on it. He said, âHuh. Must belong to a bunny.ââ I just stared at my bestie and started to reevaluate my friend options. It only took me three years to make a real friend up here in Maine. I bet I could shorten the next friend search to two years. âThatâs not funny, Keyla. Thatâs just sad.â She smiled. âOkay, so his jokes arenât funny. But Lalo THINKS heâs funny. And I find that shit hilarious. I just. . . Iâve never dated a trans man before, and I want to make sure I donât accidentally say something insensitive, ya know? I fully accept heâs a man. Heâs a manâs man. And bonus, Lalo was raised without any macho bullshit or toxic masculinity.â I just ate quietly while I listened. âI like him plenty. And him trusting me with that secret before we even went on an official date took guts. I just want to make sure Iâm being respectful and returning that courtesy,â she said. Reaching across the table, I took her hand. She looked up, and I smiled. âI think youâre going to be perfectly fine, Keyla. Just treat him like any other guy youâve dated. Minus Robert, because that poor dude is probably still in therapy after what you did to him.â She scowled. âThat fucker knows what he did and absolutely had it coming.â I threw up my hands in surrender. One of the cashiers stared at us and shook his head before walking back into the kitchen. My eyes wandered around to the painted yellow walls of the restaurant, walls lined with double lights, painted flowers, and framed art. Keylaâs burrito had officially broken into pieces, so sheâd transitioned to finishing the insides with a spoon. I watched as she scooped up pork and potatoes. âSo, tell me about this girl,â Keyla said, narrowing her eyes. I sighed. âWhatâs to tell? Sheâs managing editor of the Portland Lighthouse-Journal, the same paper I just signed a contract with to become their astrology editor,â I said. âFrankie told me she wants to keep things professional.â Keyla drooped a little, almost like she was feeling sorry for me. Hell, with how badly I wanted to do things to Frankie Dee and have her do them to me, I felt sorry for me. âOf course, this was after I took Frankie home semi-drunk from a book club meeting, and we fooled around,â I mumbled, taking a drink of my tea. My bestieâs eyes widened, and she pointed a finger in my face. âI think you should have started your story there, Dawn. Jesus. I believe your new coworker would call that âburying the lede.â You took your future coworker home from a bar, and she asked to keep things professional afterward?â A little boy with a skateboard came in and picked up his to-go order, only to be scolded by an employee for trying to skate between tables on the way out. âThereâs nuance! Context! Geez. Neither of us knew who we were. It was her first time at the book club meeting, and weâd only previously communicated over email,â I said, finishing my enchiladas. âSo. . . you didnât know. Damn, Dawn. You sure do like your complicated romances,â Keyla said, rubbing the back of her neck. âSo what are you doing to do?â I shrugged. âWhat can I do?â I said, with my elbows on the table. âThere are times when she looks at me where I can practically hear her begging me to hold her. Itâs like. . . sheâs being crushed by this boulder, and Iâm the first person to walk by in days. And the way she takes me seriously and asks serious questions about my craft, it just. . .,â I trailed off. My heart quivered hearing her ask me questions about Artemis and The Morrigan again. I wanted her to see more of me. Gods! I wanted her to know every inch of me, body and soul. Midnight and magic. Looking up at Keyla, I sighed. âShe sees me, Keyla. And I know she doesnât want to keep things professional. I think sheâs secretly hoping Iâll push at the door until sheâs left with no choice but to open it and press our lips together. But until she says that. . . I canât know for sure.â The accountant across from me raised an eyebrow and shook her head. âDamn, bitch. You are down bad.â My phone vibrated. Looking at the screen, my heart started racing for an entirely different reason. And for a moment, all I could hear was a man shouting from the pulpit and smell the odor of old carpet. I could taste the wafers and grape juice. Somewhere in the back of my head, Momâs voice said, âI was wrong. Run.â âSo what are you going to do?â Keyla asked. I just shook my head staring at the name âEx-Father (Shitbag)â on my phoneâs screen. My heart thumped even harder in my chest as I declined the call and fought to keep from screaming, âLeave me alone!â Amid all the panic, I felt Keylaâs hand on my arm. âDawn? Are you okay?â I put my phone back in my purse and wiped my forehead. âYeah! Yeah. . . sorry. Just kind of zoned out there for a moment. What were we talking about again?â The restaurantâs phone rang behind me as a customer called in an order. âI asked what you were going to do about this Frankie girl, and you got really pale really fast. And it takes a lot to make you look pale,â she said. Shrugging, all I could do was say, âI donât know what Iâm going to do.â What was I going to do? |
2024.05.02 14:15 Am_spritecranberry46 Iâm gonna guess what game you play, based of your avatar.
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2024.04.29 15:51 Charity00 The Amazing Race 23 - Review
2024.04.29 00:29 Kikiloverkink What was your experience like at the Bunny Ranch in Nevada?
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2024.04.25 21:51 Sea_Slice2934 I accidentally made a really cute little bed and I really like it.
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2024.04.25 03:16 mikesrandomthoughts Mikes Random Thoughts
Full first part of a two part series, will be available in 24 hours on YouTube. submitted by mikesrandomthoughts to MRT_Show_Artwork [link] [comments] The first part will take you into the twisted sick and depraved world of human trafficking. Where life is literally only means a dollar sign. This goes for all age groups and both male and females. You will hear and see footage from the border. Both sides of people Americans and Mexicans. Border patrol and migrants. Even interviews with coyotes themselves. What they say will floor you. You will see undercover bust of underage human trafficking ring bust in Asia. You will see the infamous Rape Trees. You will hear both sides of the border viewpoints on them. So yes they are true and real. You will see them for yourselves You will see human smuggling trails, hotels, even hear about how they get across the border. One Coyote shows you the way. You will see how they keep people on the American side. Once they cross the border. You will see how human trafficking is growing to the number one spot on global crime as well as all the ways it is. You will even see how human trafficking is tied into the American sex industry. From the streets all way to the infamous Bunny Ranch in Nevada. You will even see street sex workers. This series of you watch podcast episode and the bonus features segments. You will see what separates fact from fiction. You will hear it with your own ears. You will see it with your own two eyes. Part two of the Human Trafficking series will be focused on a much more darker side of the criminal underground business. Mikes Random Thoughts |
2024.04.23 18:26 twiichii Upper Las Virgenes Open Space Preserve
Hiked 20 miles from Victory Trailhead through Open Space Preserve and out of Bell Canyon and Creek in 7 hours! I originally wanted to do the Cheeseboro Loop but I couldn't find the northern connection point after the lookout point with artwork (though if it's the one I think it was, it was extremely narrow cracked earth with overgrown parts that looked unsafe). You can take the bus straight up Victory to get to it. :) submitted by twiichii to socalhiking [link] [comments] Victory Trailhead to Bell Canyon Fire Road (pics 1-4) 8 43A Walk all the way down the hill and turn right until you reach it! I saw bunnies, coyotes, tadpoles, and all sorts of stuff here. Very easy walk until you get to the road. Bell Canyon Fire Road (pics 5-8) 11A I was going uphill for several hours and it was worth it! So many chia, black and white sage, hummingbird sage, fiddlenecks, sticky monkey flowers... so many native plants (unfortunately surrounded by lots of black mustard though) are here. :) Lookout Point (Pics 9-14) 12P It was great to see Simi and San Fernando Valley, the views extend even further than this as well! There was interesting art along the way like old cars and gardening sections. Bell Canyon Creek (Pics 15-16) 2 40P This "hike" is a little walk in the park yet it's beautiful and well maintained. It is in/near a gated community though so please be respectful. Lazy J Ranch Park (Pics 17-19) 3 45P This is where I stopped to stretch and relax. Once you're on the main roads, you can catch a bus home like I did, haha. |
2024.04.22 19:58 TheFanshionista Spin! That! WHEEEeeeeeeeeel!!
2024.04.21 18:08 SmackBarmPeyWet1 Deuteranomoly, and why the seasonâs depiction of women is Like That
2024.04.21 15:49 Old_Heart_7780 Motive
2024.04.19 23:39 Bubbles_the_Titan Rabbit hutches and miniatures
2024.04.14 17:04 BarnBuster Links to old RMG stuff
2024.04.13 23:13 Kikiloverkink I work at the Bunny Ranch, ask me questions! AMA
2024.04.08 14:04 ThrowAway7s2 "Welding Helmet Used in Eclipse" from the July 25, 1963 Door County Advocate
Welding Helmet Used in Eclipse submitted by ThrowAway7s2 to DoorCountyALT [link] [comments] Welding Helmet Used in EclipseBy Mrs. John LopasNASEWAUPEE â The Ladies Aid Society of Salem Lutheran church, R. 4, entertained their families at a barbecue supper Sunday evening, July 21. Chefs at the grills were the Rev. O. C. Henning and Virgil Ash. About 35 persons were there. Sunday guests of the John Lopas family, MM, R. 4, were his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Art Lopas of Neenah. They were happy to see his brother Alvin and wife, Virginia, from Anaheim, Calif. Alvin has owned a chicken ranch in Anaheim the past seven years. The population there has grown and the area is now crowded. It was necessary to discontinue the chicken business. With no work worries for a little while what could be better than a vacation in beautiful Wisconsin? That included a trip to Nasewaupee in Door county for ripe cherries. The eclipse of the sun Saturday afternoon was of interest to the local youngsters. They were warned not to look at it unless their eyes were protected. Arthur Lopas, 8, son of the John Lopas', R. 4. solved that problem by looking at the eclipse through two welders helmets. He put one on and focused the dark glass of the other so that he could look directly at the eclipse. It made a fine showing. He watched it from the beginning to the end and saw the total eclipse from Canada on the TV. The cloud formation Friday evening about 8:00 to the north was spectacular. It looked as if we were in for terrific storm but it was mostly wind and some gentle rain. Guests for luncheon and the afternoon at the Carl Roder's, MM, R. 4. on Thursday were Mr. and Mrs. Ivan Roedell, Peoria, Ill. Their two children David, 10, and Claudia, 7, are the same age as the Roder youngsters so they had great fun. Mrs. Roedell is the former Pearl Wetak, daughter of Mrs. Lane Wetak, Maple st. The cherry harvest is in full swing on R. 4 this Monday, July 22. The John Weckler orchard had many people for picking for themselves Sunday. The sudden rain at 2:00 chased everyone out of the orchards but there were more there again by 3:30. HAIL HIT CORN The Milton Seilers, R. 4, reported the hail shredded their corn in the sudden rain and windstorm Sunday afternoon. Saturday afternoon the Earl Roders, R. 4, took in the fair at Luxemburg. Carl Roder, R. 4, also went with his three children, Marsha, Janice and James. They stayed for the evening performance before the grandstand. Are you looking for a treat for the kiddies? Why not try Aqualand â it's great fun. That is. if you are well supplied with nickels and dimes. You need nickels to buy corn for the deer and dimes for pop to feed the bears. You won't get by with one bottle either. Those bears are thirsty. You'll need several dimes for popcorn for the kiddies as well as the ducks, fish and raccoons. Even the deer eat popcorn. It is a big experience for the youngsters to have the deer eat from their hands. What fun it is to watch the duck play the piano, but only if you put the dime in the machine. Dimes also go in the machine to watch the bunnies kiss. Our youngsters all had to buy postcards from the hen. She even says thank you. Daniel Roder, son of the Sylvester Roder's, R. 4, is spending a few days with his cousin Nathan Page, Menasha, Wis. The Pages live on Lake Butte des Morts so the boys have a fine time fishing and boating. Ice cream socials are summertime fare. The youth of the Sawyer Methodist church sponsored an ice-cream social Friday evening at the church parlors. To that event Mrs. H. Roder, R. 4, went with 10 of her grandchildren. It is one of her many treats for the grandchildren every year. She wasn't the only grandmother treating the grandchildren to the goodies. In the short time we were there we saw the Ed. Krause's of Lansing av. with their two grandsons. Mrs. Minnie Dombrowski, of Maple st., was there with her granddaughter. Billy and Barbara Roder were also there with their grandmother, Mrs. Sylvester Roder, R. 4. The pastor, Rev. P. Mekkelson helped the young people serve the social goers. Mrs. Sylvester Roder, R. 4, entertained her nieces and nephews at an afternoon lunch on Tuesday afternoon. It was in honor of Miss Janell Roder, Jefferson, Wis., who is vacationing at the Roder Farms, MM, R. 4. https://archive.co.door.wi.us/jsp/RcWebImageViewer.jsp?doc_id=1e8fc801-90a4-4104-8e86-19a1ea0947dc/wsbd0000/20151119/00000371&pg_seq=7 Courtesy of the Door County Library Newspaper Archive Articles by Marie Lopas: https://doorcounty.substack.com/t/marie-lopas Articles relating to children: https://doorcounty.substack.com/t/children |
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