That is, I told you that if things turned out the way I told you they would that I would tell you I told so. (Now, if you understand that, will you please explain it to me?)
Actually, I understand more about what I’m telling you than you might think I do. Remember last fall when I was trying to get my weather predictions predicted that I said if I hit it I’d have to do just a little bit of bragging? Well, I did – more or less – and now I am. Fair enough?
Do you remember my prediction for the severity of the winter? Just in case you don’t, I said the signs pointed to a mild winter with lots of snow. As you can now see, I was at least half right in that. It was certainly one of the mildest winters we’ve had in all my 28-odd years in Alabama. It only snowed three or four times and only a couple of those were heavy enough to make the ground white; but that really is at least an average amount of snow, if not more. Some winters we don’t have an accumulation at all.
So, it seems as if ye ole scribe has a right to do just a teeny little bit of crowing. Actually, though, it’s the squirrels we have to give credit for it all. We had a false call or two right at first, but when we finally got them read, their nests were as high up in the tree – on the average – as you could ever expect to see.
That call was an easy one. Now, our predictions on the snow, based on the heights of hornets’ nests, was more difficult. In fact, our sample was so small that it was just impossible to predict too accurately. I heard of one after my prediction that was right on the ground, for instance. Had that one been reported I might have just decided to not predict the snow factor at all.
Anyhow, I hope you’ll forgive the little bit of “l-told-you-so-ing” and start making preparations to help me with my predictions for next year. How? By starting right now to remember where THIS year’s squirrel and hornet nests are, so you’ll not include them with the new ones you see next fall. The wind will help us there a little by blowing a lot of them down. ‘Coons will help on the hornets’s nests, too. They like honey.
’89 FOR MEMORIES
It seems this year has been chosen as the year to remember a lot of things. It’s the year of the Alabama Homecoming, of course. I like that idea. For the past few years, we’ve helped Tennessee observe an annual homecoming and it’s been fun. I feel certain it will become an annual thing here, too. That thing on May 12 that I couldn’t quite recall last week was part of the homecoming activities. It’s an appreciation dinner for our senior citizens. A great idea! And I can tell you now that we’ll appreciate it a lot. There were details in last week’s RBN about it, and I bet there’ll be more in this issue.
While we’re on the subject, I can now report that we had a great afternoon at Russellville’s senior center last Monday and made some new friends we hope to see more of. Some other Red Bay folk are there every time they meet, almost, so they beat us to it Franklin seniors are planning a trip to Ashville, N.C. and the Ozarks this summer, so you can see they’re active. We might just join them, even though we’ve been to both places.
While Anne and I were at that one, members of the Shoals Dulcimer and Folk Music Association went to Hatton School and played. They report a fine time and being well received.
Anne just about has me talked into spending a week at a dulcimer workshop and festival at Appalachian State University in Boone, N.C. Maybe. But, right now (Friday) we’re off to Waterloo’s homecoming. Bye,