Fresh eggs



Friend Sheila from Ada brought over a care package today which included these beautiful fresh eggs from her chickens. She also brought some chicken soup, which I am using as sustenance since this darn flu thing isn't going away very fast.

Thanks, Sheila!

Earlier in the day, I went to town for some lunch thinking it would be good to get out of the house, but after eating lunch I realized that I was not prepared for solid food and I got woozy. So home I went.

I am not yet enjoying the flu as much as Aunt Olla did. I keep waiting, maybe the fun is yet to come.

The stiller I sit the better I feel.

I did take a little time to go to the Fertile Journal and look through some old newspapers from 1952, just to see how things were in town at the time and to compare the Journal to the Halstad paper.

Fertile had a great pitcher for their town team named Gus Isackson. He was legendary. I always wondered what became of him. They said he was good enough to pitch in the big leagues.

Well, I wasn't five issues into the 1952 papers when I found out: Isackson was drafted into the military to fight in Korea. While stationed in Guam, he and three buddies were looking for seashells on the beach. A tsunami arrived without warning, and Isackson was never found.

Wow. They held a benefit baseball game between Fertile and Clearbrook two weeks later to raise funds for his widow. Seven-hundred people showed up.

Town team baseball was so healthy during the early 1950s that many good players opted not to play professional baseball and instead stuck around town to play for their home team, which was, ahem, not supposed to be professional.

You couldn't pay the players, but was common for players from other towns to be lured to town for the summer with jobs, the difficulty of which varied greatly. For instance, Fertile had a pitcher in 1952 who was spending the summer working for the Fertile Journal. No word about his duties.