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History Repeating Itself

I guess deep down inside I knew this, but there was something about a recent day spent with our grandkids that caused me to truly appreciate how history repeats itself. When the two of them, their grandmother and I, along with the dog, ventured into the woods for a morning, it felt very familiar to other days and special times throughout my life. We picked up sticks and trimmed branches to clear a path for no other reason than to simply be clearing a path . . . for the fun of it. The magic started with Calvin’s “OH YEAH MAN!” response when he took a pair of hand pruners and cut off a dead hemlock branch, and it continued with the amazement in his older sister’s eyes when I awarded her the opportunity of using the loppers. I was keenly aware of the privilege of enjoying this with them and felt grateful for the many days through the years that generations of Paluches have spent time in the woods not as work, but as a form of family entertainment.
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We Need More Life

It is an incredible time right now for a profession that sometimes can be overlooked and undervalued by many, yet few can argue the positive impact from the expertise, products, services, and results produced by it. I have been biased about this profession for well over 50 years, even long before I ever knew it existed. I am forever indebted to my parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles for the ritual that happened every spring as the rototillers, hoes, string lines for making rows, seed packages, seed potatoes, tomato plants of all varieties, onion sets and sweet corn were all assembled and positioned to be planted in the garden. At five years old, I lived on a gravel road in Northern, Ohio, where there were seven houses in a row all occupied by my parents, my mom's brothers and sisters, and their families.
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