Herald and news. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1942-current, July 13, 1958, Page 31, Image 31

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While traveling in Oregon recently, we got hope
lessly stuck along a lonely country road.
It was past midnight and we had been
driving 14 hours.
Seeing a light in a farmhouse about a mile down
the road, we trudged to the door to ask for help.
A young girl answered, listened to our problem,
and woke her father. As he hurriedly dressed, the
girl explained that they were caring for an in
valid and always kept a light burning.
The farmer got out his tractor and pulled us
from the muck. When we offered to pay him, his
only reply was, "I'm glad you saw our light"
Alice Kotlenborn, Fort Bragg, Calif.
Graictna'a MitfortuM. I made a long-delayed trip
to California to visit my son and his family. I
hadn't seen them in eight years, so I met my 7-year-old
grandson for the first time.
After a few days of getting acquainted, he
started asking me the usual childish questions,
such as, "How come you're my grandmother?" I
carefully explained that his mother had a mother
and his father had a mother and I happened to be
on his father's side.
He looked at me as if he felt very sorry for me,
then said, "Well, Grandma, after you've been here
a while you'll find out you're on the wrong side."
Mri. A.I.M., Rhode!!, W. Va.
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Address Letters Editor, Family Weekly, 179 North
Michigan Avenue, Chicago 1, III.
tr."
on the shelf are the cookbooks:
Cooking Magic, Volumes I and II; The
Encyclopedia of Cooking; The Ameri
can People's Cookbook; The American
Woman's Cookbook.
All of them have bright and shiny
covers but some of the pages are glued
with egg yolk and stained with milk.
And some of the end pages have flour
fingerprints.
All of them are proudly displayed
and treated like trusted friends who
become dearer with use.
Each of them has something vital
missing from its contents. Each of them
has no section which means the differ
ence between success and tragedy
for me.
No place in the profusion of beauti
ful color illustrations and mouth-watering
delicacies do I find a statement:
"To one bleeding finger add one cup
cold water. Soak until numb." Or:
"Grease seared forearm. When cool,
serve with dressing of white gauze."
Cooking is a great adventure. Ex
ploring the contents of a cookbook is
like climbing a mountain and the fin
ished product like exulting in the view
from the top. Translating the vague
pinches and handsful donated by a
talented neighbor is like finding a dia
mond in the back yard.
When something I cook turns out, in
defiance of my stupidity, to be edible,
I am enchanted. I shout my own
praises. But I usually have also cooked
myself.
If I am able to peel a potato without
cutting my thumb to the marrow, it is
a minor miracle. If I remove a cas
serole from the oven and remember to
insert a hot pan holder between my
hand and the dish, it is a triumph.
Seldom do I open the refrigerator"
without holding my apron like a platter
to catch whatever is falling forth. It
is impossible for me to wipe tumblers
without somehow filling my towel with
broken glass.
Cookbook experts and I have only
one thing in common. Ingredients. I
can scrape a dinner together without
poisoning the guests, but I never get
to the table myself without looking
like a rejuvenated Egyptian mummy.
When I don gloves for a gala eve
ning, I always carry the one which
won't fit over the bandages. One day
I cut myself on a rounded figurine
while dusting the record cabinet. That
takes unusual skill. I've got it.
Sometime when I have become blase
about cookbooks and when I have
learned a few tricks of my own, I will
ask Melanie de Proft to permit me to
add the 25th chapter to her Encyclo
pedia of Cooking.
It will be entitled: First Aid.
111. LMMrd S. 0a!dow, Praiidant and Publilhar: Waltar C. Orayful, ViM-Pr.iid.ilt: Ian Kartman,
rod. Food Editor- Wilham A. F.tt.r, Art Director; lobar! Fittgibbon, Managing Editor; Auocial
J.rry Klaifl. Naw York; Paar J. Oppanhaimar, Hollywood.
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Director; Patrick O'i-Ourka, Advartitlno; Diractor; Malanla da
Kavin V. Irown, Jack Ryan, Thomat Gormaa, Honor. Singar,
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