Green peppers--Yikes!
Green peppers — Yikes!
The years of rescue training paid off. For once I was able to give emergency care to my wife.
It started off like any other evening, with Millie doing the thing she likes most — cooking, canning, and just about anything in food preparation.
This time she was cleaning and cutting up green peppers.
"Oh . . . my eyes are watering," she complained as she chopped on the peppers. "It's like working with onions."
The Mexican hot peppers were something special that she wanted to try in a special dish and since they looked like the green peppers that grow on her plants around the house, she handled them the same way.
A short time later the eye irritation stopped, but she complained of a stinging sensation in her hands. She has had an allergy for years and lawn weeds and tomatoes are enemies.
Well, the stinging sensation was more than just that. Her hands became inflamed and throbbed with pain.
I suggested mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but she suggested I stop "fooling around" and help her with the burning hands.
I remembered some years ago when I got a little overzealous on a deep sea fishing trip and was almost baked. Solarcaine did the job, so well in fact that I returned to sea the next morning to do it all over again.
The solution did nothing for her burning hands.
Then I remembered my dad's good old remedy — epsom salts in warm water. That cleansed the burning hands, but didn't stop the pain.
I was going to suggest a few other things, but at the moment the humor was gone from her eyes. About the only thing we hadn't tried were ice cubes and water.
That did it.
She gave the remaining peppers to Mrs. Troy Cushing with a warning of her experience.
Mrs. Cushing has been cooking a long time and she had already had that "experience" and it lasted for a long painful evening.
This time there would be no pain. She put on rubber gloves.
"Dang it anyway," I complained.
"What's the matter?" queenie asked.
"I must be slipping . . . Grandma Cushing chose rubber gloves over me."
"What ever are you talking about?"
"The peppers. The hot hands. She could've called me for emergency aid . . . mouth-to-mouth or sumpthin'."
Miss Rhoten
There's going to be a party Sunday, July 17, at noon in Unadilla honoring Alta Rhoten who taught in District 102 from 1944-55.
Mrs. Frank (Joyce) Schulze, Unadilla, and a committee of many friends have scheduled the basket dinner at 12:30 at the Wayside park with open house from 2 to 4 p.m.
If it should rain (bless the thought) the event will be moved inside the Unadilla school gym.
Miss Rhoten has a lot of friends in the area and the committee is hopeful that many pupils of those years will attend, the school board included.
One of the difficulties the committee has had with the project is locating everyone. So, if you or someone you know were one of Miss Rhoten's pupils, please drop a note to the committee — call it the Rhoten Recognition, Unadilla, Nebraska.
Read the other day that adults don't give children credit for knowing values. If you don't think kids know the value of money, give a youngster a nickel and see what he says.
One of the finest shows you'll see is the Ringling Bros. and Barnum and Bailey circus. That's a big title, but it's really a big show and will be at Civic Auditorium August 19-21.
It's been a number of years since we've seen the circus indoors, but we can assure you that the seating is good, the lighting and sound are the greatest and the performers . . . well . . . when you're comfortable and enjoying a show, they are especially good.
Happy Anniversary.
to Mr. and Mrs. Richard (Laurine) Kimmel on their 50th wedding anniversary. The actual date was June 30. The Kimmels operated the orchard northwest of Nebraska City for many years.
They share the date with another fine couple — Mr. and Mrs. Henry Blanke, the workhorses behind the Brownville Village Theater. The Blankes observed their 20th anniversary this year.