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Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 9:20 pm


The wheels have been spinning wildly on my site meter lately. I’m not sure why. When this happens I look back to see if I might have made a Freudian slip of some kind. I’m aware I make lots of errors. Regardless, there has been a sudden burst of additional activity, way more than usual, and I thank you for that.

One of my good friends from “out west” may come to visit this weekend with Brit, Ally and me…and Jack. That will be very nice. Everyone around here is feeling much better so we’re anxious for a new face and enlightened conversation.

We’re looking forward to the fireworks display Saturday night at the rec center. I love the celebration and the festivities the volunteers organize. It’s a wonderful affair, like an old-fashioned family reunion. People who once lived here return to see family and friends. Families gather here from far and wide as it’s a convenient meeting place for all, and the weekend provides something for everyone. People just wander in from all over this area to enjoy the fire in the sky. There is food and plenty of entertainment to please all tastes. If you get bored visiting with Aunt Mabel, there is someone else who can capture your attention without being rude. There is something for everyone.

We’re watching a lot of tennis around here. Ally and I are big Wimbledon fans. Roger Federer is amazing. They are all very good players, of course. Brit, on the other hand, hasn’t given up on Big John Wayne capturing the attention of the lovely lady. The Olympic trials are a real draw for me.

We’re going to fire up the smoker tomorrow. I have a couple fat hens and a Cure 81 ham to smoke. With a teenager to feed this weekend, and extra people at the table, I want to be prepared. Youngest grandson is a bottomless pit, as are his friends. I might even drag out the ice cream freezer. I’ve heard echoes around here of people wanting homemade peach ice cream.

Please stay tuned!


Filed under: prairie musings, friends — Peg Britton @ 6:58 pm

Today we made a flying trip to Claflin so Ally could get a chair. Her back requires something better than what she has, not that she ever has much time to use it. If you want a chair, table, sofa, bed or any manner of furniture, except an Ekornes chair, Millers is a good place to go.

There are just a few over 300 families in Claflin and less than 700 people. The downtown area is one of the most unique you’ll find in Kansas. If you haven’t been there, you ought to take a drive and go see what it looks like. The building fronts have been restored or built to suggest what the town looked like in early days. It appears to be a thriving little downtown full of many shops, and that it is, except that most of the buildings are filled with furniture. The store fronts will fool you.

I love visiting there. I check out the name of my grandmother’s brother, Dr. Herbert William Jury and the office he once had down town. He was a physician there for over 50 years. Most of the time I was there, I remember him treating patients in the front den/office of their home on the corner by the city park. There were frequent screams that came from that room, usually at the time 15 to 20 of us were gathered around their huge dining room table for lunch or dinner. When I’d recoil in horror at the bloodcurdling screams, (everyone else was accustomed to them!) someone would say, “Oh, it’s only the Schneweis boy getting circumcised” or “Doctor’s lancing the boil on Bobby’s tail bone”. I always hated it when Doctor was called away from the room and someone was whisked into the den. It conjured up pain and nightmare material for me. Eek!

Most of the downtown area belongs to Brad and Bill Miller, and whoever the other family members are. They’ve been our family friends forever as their dad and I were childhood pals too. On my trips to Claflin to see my “uncle” H.W. Jury, physician and surgeon, Lucy his wife and my favorite cousins, I got acquainted with about everyone in town. Bobby Brandon, my cousin Ted Jury and I use to spend all day out in the country hunting for Jack rabbits. I’m filled with nostalgia of some of these adventures when I return.

We stopped in the pizza place as we’d heard their smoked sausage/sauerkraut/cheese pizza was really good. It’s okay and would be best if you’re starved and have a pitcher of cold beer on the side. None of it is “from scratch”, which would make it better. Also, you must remember I don’t care for pizza, except on rare occasions (when I’m starved and the beer is icy cold!)

The Miller “boys” have really done a super job of contributing to Claflin. They deserve some state award/recognition for their community contributions, as far as I am concerned. Take a drive through the town and see if you don’t think so too.



Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 3:13 pm


The City of Pratt has a new website under construction. Actually, it is up and running and very impressive. Click here to see it! Susan Howell is the web designer. She’s a pro and knows what she is about. She and her husband, John, have a website here. If you want a website designed, you might want to give her a call.

We passed a Monday (yesterday) without taking Ally back to the hospital. That was a relief.

Jack seems to be feeling better too. He is following us around again and begging for treats. Today when Brit and I were reading the morning paper and chatting, Jack was lying beside us, paying no attention. The minute I said to Brit, “Well, do you think it’s time we head for Salina?”, Jack ran as if he were shot out of a canon, and hid. When Brit tried to get him to go outside so we could tie him up for awhile, he didn’t budge. He’s dead weight when he doesn’t want to move. That Jack is an eavesdropper!

I put a bottom round roast in a large crock pot early this morning, almost before I was awake, so we’d have something for dinner. Actually, I browned it off really good, boiled some water to cover the roast to get the pot going faster than if you don’t do that, and put that in the pot. I added a large handful of whole garlic, two packages of Lipton’s Onion Soup mix and some hefty shakes of Six Pepper pepper mix. After we returned from Salina, I added whole potatoes, onions and carrots. It sure does smell good.

Ally had physical therapy treatments today at our new facility so I took advantage of that opportunity to learn about membership for exercise. It really is nice, but appears to be about half the size it should be. There is a lot of equipment, which is in place and ready to go, but it leaves little room for maneuvering around it. They are waiting for a swipe card machine and some other minor things before they open to members on a 24/7 basis. I’m going to join and go up there every day!!! I just have to. I’ll start out on a treadmill. I’m at the bottom of the fitness ladder so I can only be upwardly mobile. They think it will be $20 per month for a single. I have to be careful with my back…but walking should work for the first year or two. I need a partner. I do better when I have a partner. Mona Guilfoyle, Charlotte Nichols and I used to walk five miles every single day, rain or shine, 50 below or 110. We just never missed. Then we’d finish by having coffee at F and M Drugs before walking home. We were in good shape back in those days.

The amount of mail and feedback I continue to get about my letter to the editor of the Salina Journal about Ext. 333 has surprised me. Two things have become evident to me: the intelligensia in Salina (those with a reading level over the 8th grade and the very people you’d think the Journal would want on their side) have been very outspoken in favor of my letter. The other is a ground-swell of anti-Journal sentiment that is prevalent in Salina that I was unaware of. They are so vociferously opposed to Ext. 333 that their feelings extend to the contents of the whole paper. I was unaware of this. I just feel the column is very unfair, but their anger goes way beyond that. The column may draw readers, but it sure isn’t drawing the kind of people, the ones who really consume newspapers, you’d think they’d want.

Here is one of the nicer letters, with the names omitted. “Hi. Had to write a note to tell you that my daughter, XXX, works at XXX (very famous place with a great following). The people in her office loved your letter and didn’t even know that my daughter knew you or that we had had lunch together and talked about how much we hated 333….They said, “Wasn’t that a great letter? It said everything we’ve been wanting somebody to say”…and they cut it out and put it on their bulletin board. She was over last night and I was telling her about our e-mail exchange and really got a kick out of the responses you had been getting, and said to be sure and tell you about their office.”

My good friend from Pawnee Rock was just here to make me laugh.

Bill Press has a book out that I want to read.

Pepperidge Farm has good mini chocolate chip cookies that are made with dark chocolate. I just wish they were loaded with nuts.

The Iraqi Government is to get legal custody of Saddam tomorrow. That should be interesting. I can’t imagine it will be smooth sailing.

Fav daughter gave me a new DVD/VCR player today and brought some of her DVDs for us to watch. That will be fun. (Under the Tuscan Sun is on for tonight.) Now to find a place for it amongst my electronic entertainment machines. It’s going to have to go UNDER something else, maybe my scanner, or hang from the ceiling. I am forever improvising. I’m also out of outlets.

My webmaster and I think that Greymatter is about to crash again. My blog is getting too heavy for it to manage all my words, so we’re going to do another redirect. You probably won’t even notice.

Run your cursor over my logo and see the name that emerges.

Stayed tuned, please.



Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 9:18 pm

RUTH TABRAH - Buddhist minister, author, scholar, editor, artist, social acitivist, adventurer, underwater mapper and my friend.

Eulogy for Ruth Tabrah

Ruth and I haven’t written each other for some time now, and I just learned that she died April 8th. She was 84.

We met in Portland OR in 1970 at a National Association of School Boards Convention. Immediately, she became one of the most interesting people I have ever known. We spent several days together enjoying the meetings and talking about our similar interests in education. She was a member of the Hawaii State Board of Education and represented the Big Island. She was then a respected writer and author of books. I have most of her children’s books and one she wrote on the history of Hawaii.

I’ve seen her on trips to the Big Island. On one occasion Brit and I and were invited to their house to spend time with them and attend one of the most unique “going away” parties I ever attended. Ruth, at that time, was married to Frank Tabrah who was a doctor at the local hospital. They were having a party for another doctor and we were included in the very “local” occasion, native Hawaiian fare of food and drink. There weren’t any other outsiders there as they lived in a very remote area of the Big Island, where tourists didn’t roam. It was a celebration I’ll never forget.

Ruth and Frank were so interesting to be around. They were both, even then, very involved in the Buddhist Temple where Frank played the drums and Ruth was very active. They were underwater mappers for the Bishop Museum. And on one occasion, they bought a sail boat and took their sons, Thomas and Joseph, in tow and sailed to the Marquesas spending a year in the French Polynesian territories. They knew how to sail, but had never done an “open seas” trip of that magnitude before. I thought it was about the most adventuresome voyage a family could undertake, but they arrived back home in Hawaii safely.

Ruth was an amazing person and made major contributions to the people of Hawaii. It was my privilege to have known her and call her a friend. We had wonderful conversations. She was born in Buffalo and left there because of the harsh winters. She found her paradise in Hawaii. I found mine in Kansas. Our paths crossed very accidentally in Portland. I’ve never been there since.


Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 2:43 pm


If you click HERE, you will see the neatest, coolest new logo that tells you a lot about Kansas just by gazing at it. I just love it. The colors are perfect and coordinate well with the whole of my website. I love the influence of “wheat” how the flower weaves through the letters. I like the cute little arrow on the “net”. It belongs to kansas prairie.

This logo is something I have been hoping for and trying to figure out since we launched my new website, but it was beyond my design capabilities. I knew I could tell if it were right if I saw it…and when this arrived, it was just perfect, imo. Mark has come up with a logo that fits my website. I’ll see if my webmaster can get it on my blog as well, which is a bit tricky. Mackenzie put the one up on my website.

The young man who designed this is Mark Vahalik, a native of Victoria Texas who now lives in Arizona. He’s a graduate of a graphics design college in Phoenix and is starting to make a “Mark” in that field on his own. If you would like to get ahold of him for design work, you can contact him at markvahalik_at_gmail_dot_com/ You know how to remove the lines and the “at” to arrive at the correct email address. If I wrote it here properly, the spiders would pick it up and put him immediately on enough spam lists to sink him.

In fact, I think it is so nice, I’m going to have some Tee shirts for the family made with the logo on the front and “I MOWED KANSAS” on the back. What do you think? If you have an idea where I can have these made, please drop me a line.


Willie Donley

Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 5:47 pm


Brit went to the Farmer’s Market this morning and came home with a lovely plate of cinnamon rolls. They are our favorites. We planned to have them tomorrow morning for breakfast. Brit planned “to have at least two”, he said, as he handed them to me.

He also bought a dozen peaches from Caleb. They are small but absolutely bursting with flavor and juice. We’ve been standing at the kitchen sink eating them. If you can get a batch from him, they are wonderful. I hope to get more.

Well, I just went to the kitchen to find that Jack, the winged, flying dog, leaped up and nabbed Willie’s rolls for himself. There wasn’t so much as a crumb left, only the plate and the plastic bag they were in. I don’t know how he did it, but it isn’t the first time. We had it about as high and far back on the counter that it could get. I couldn’t get angry with him as he’s been so sick he hasn’t eaten enough to keep him going. At least his tummy is full tonight. That Jack! I apologize to Willie, but the guy who ate her rolls really enjoyed them. It will be dry toast for us tomorrow.

Brit and I are off to see Lt. Krisopher Thompson. We are celebrating his safe return from Iraq! He’s such a fine young man and we’re excited about seeing him again.


Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 8:11 am


Whenever I get new wheels, especially one with all the bells and whistles, I can’t help but think wayyyy back to the time of fender skirts and curb guards. A new car with fender skirts was a heap classier than one without. There were always “curb feelers” to put on the right side of the car so there wasn’t a chance of accidentally scraping the tires against the curb.

“Steering knobs” were a necessity for the young guys back then. When I was in high school, there was no “ten-two” hands on the steering wheel for the guys. All they needed was the “knob”. I haven’t seen one of those in years.

Remember “Continental kits”? They were rear bumper extenders and spare tire covers that were supposed to make any car appear as cool as a Lincoln Continental. It never worked, in my estimation. Even I could tell it wasn’t a Lincoln Continental under that disguise.

And there was a bit of drama to driving when you knew you had an “emergency brake”. Should a dire emergency arise, it gave comfort to passengers knowing one could always rely on the “emergency brake” for the safety of all. Now we have to be content, with far less flair, and call it a “parking brake”.

I still have mental lapses when I refer to the “foot feed” instead of the accelerator. I remember when Ally came home from “junior high” school (not middle school) one noon (for lunch), and announced one of the Boys’ Home boys had thrown all his books in the accelerator and burned them. That was during her stage of life when we had, so she thought, Perry (after the Admiral) knives and Chester drawers.

There are some words I refuse to part with such as “percolator”. Brit and I “perk” our coffee in the morning. We refuse to give way to the “dripolator”. My “percolator” makes perking sounds that I find comforting and reassuring in the morning. I can rely on it daily as one of the few constants in my life. And the aroma is wonderful. There just isn’t anything quite like a boiling hot cup of coffee from a percolator. You don’t get that from using a Mr. Coffee that serves up luke warm fluid. I’m not sure there are very many other “perkers” out there in coffee land, but I’m hanging on to “percolator”.

There are other words I love that have passed out of existence: “store bought”, “in a family way”, “thongs” (meaning what they now call flip-flops), “coast-to-coast”, “wall-to-wall” carpeting, “gay divorcee”, “unmentionables” and “rat fink”. Whatever happened to “lumbago” and “castor oil”? What kid “back then” wasn’t threatened with a dose of castor oil if he did something wrong?

The sad part is, most people don’t even know what a “bread box” is, let alone know how to measure something against the “size of a bread box”. Alas!

Speaking of cars and driving, I am one of the first to be issued the newly designed driver’s license. I waited around until the last minute before my birthday so I could take advantage of that. Paula got the equipment in the County Treasurer’s office in the nick of Ned for me. My license arrived this week from Topeka. It’s very different from the old variety and should be far more difficult to duplicate. Drivers under 21 have their information running vertically on the license as opposed to the horizontal display of those over that age. It will be easy to separate the youngsters for age verification and carding purposes. They are pretty classy and much improved over the old licenses.

P.S. Most of this came over the net anonymously, but a note from Bernie Schulte this morning told me it came from Tom Dodge, the sage of Midlothian. So there you have it!



Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 7:06 pm

EATS, SHOOTS AND LEAVES - the zero tolerance approach to punctuation.

It’s the #1 British best seller and creeping up the New York Times Best Sellers list. Having said that, don’t let me scare you off as the author, Lynn Truss, in her delightfully urbane, witty and very English way, thinks it’s time for us to look at our commas and semicolons and see them as the wonderful and necessary things they are. I’ve loved reading this book (I had plenty of time when I was sitting in the hospital) and if you’re punctilious about punctuation, you’ll love it too.


Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 6:41 pm


The dates for a couple of commencement exercises in 2005 have had us concerned. We’ve been worried that Drew and Mackenzie would be graduating the same weekend which would mean we could attend one exercise, but not the other.

Well, eldest son just got that information all together so our consternation can cease. They fall a week apart in May. Mackenzie’s commencement at SMU is a two-day affair May 13th and 14th (they do things up in a big way down there) and Drew’s will be here on May 22nd. So, all is well in that department. We can all attend both graduations.

Mackenzie is taking a prep course to take the GRE for grad school. She’s strong in math and science, but can benefit from learning what has been asked on previous tests in English, lit and history, etc. She had a long string of vocabulary words last night in class and she was the only one who knew” ennui”, that favorite word of mine that is on my car license tag.

I brought the patient home this afternoon. It took us most of the day just to check out. They have to coordinate everything with the many and various doctors she had, the physical therapists (now she can get therapy here rather than in Salina which will save me lots of trips to Salina), meds, appointments, etc. They do it very well and it just takes time. She’ll be here awhile and continue to manage the Midland remotely. We hope it isn’t too long before she can return to work on a limited basis.

Jack even seems better today. Brit bought him a new red collar and a larger water bowl to cheer him up. That dog sucks up water like an elephant. Jack has been chewing on one of those cowhide bones, something he never done before yesterday.

We drove through downtown Brookville on the way home from Salina today. There was a little scurrying around by a few people in a half dozen cars. If you want to be in the movies, you’re invited to go there tomorrow for an interview or audition. There will be food stands and activities of various types. The movie folks are staying at the Midland so there is a lot of traffic in and out of there as well.

Salina daughter-in-law gave me some neat things for my birthday, including some wonderfully well-seasoned dipping oil from Williams-Somoma. Dane added some freshly baked bread from Caper’s so that left me with no alternative but to whip up a good batch of spaghetti for dinner tonight to go along with them. I also made some cole slaw so we were in business. I think there might even be a little of the best coconut cream pie you ever ate waiting in my refrigerator.

I saw The Judge downtown today and was very happy to have a chance to chat. He loves his job and I am tickled pink for him having that opportunity. After 35 years in the legal field, there isn’t much that comes before him on the bench that he doesn’t know about…or hasn’t tried himself. He’s a good one.

San Antonio has passed Dallas to become the second-largest city in Texas and the eighth-largest in the nation, according to new Census Bureau population estimates. Houston remains the nation’s fourth-largest city, between Chicago and Philadelphia, and by far the biggest in Texas. Just so you’ll know.

Stay tuned.


July 3rd – Annual Fireworks Extravaganza, Recreation complex.

Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 7:21 pm


What’s Wrong With Kansas?

Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 6:21 pm


A Conversation With Thomas Frank

“Editor’s Note: Dissident Voice considers Thomas Frank one of the finest and wittiest writers on politics and culture today. He is a founding editor of The Baffler magazine, and author of the must-read books One Market Under God: Extreme Capitalism, Market Populism, and the End of Economic Democracy and The Conquest of Cool: Business Culture, Counterculture, and the Rise of Hip Consumerism. His latest book is What’s the Matter With Kansas?: How Conservatives Won the Heart of America (Metropolitan Books, 2004). By far the best and most insightful book I’ve read in a couple of years. Frank uses Kansas as a metaphor for the rest of the country in order to examine why so many working and middle-class Americans consistently act against their own self-interests. The following is a publisher’s interview with Thomas Frank. Thanks to Henry Holt and Co.

“When you ask, What’s the Matter With Kansas?, do you just mean the rectangular state in the middle of the country, or is Kansas symbolic of something larger?

“…And so what is the matter with Kansas?

“The same thing that’s been the matter with America for so many years: the culture wars. The cloud of inexhaustible right-wing outrage that hovers over so much of the country. Kansas, like many places in America, once had a tradition of progressivism and outright radicalism. Today, though, like many other places, the state’s political center just seems to move farther to the right in response to events. During the Nineties the state erupted in a sort of right-wing populist revolt, tossing out its old-school pragmatic leaders and replacing them with the most conservative Republicans available. It made national headlines when anti-abortion activists descended in massive numbers on Wichita in 1991, and it made world headlines when its State Board of Education took up the battle against evolution in 1999. Today Kansas is the sort of place where the angry, suspicious worldview typified by Fox News or the books of Ann Coulter is a common part of everyday life. So I went there to study the indignant conservative mindset up close.

“The reason I say there’s something “the matter” with all this is that, in becoming more and more conservative, Kansas is voting against its own economic interests. Large parts of the state are in deep economic crisis—in many cases a crisis either brought on or worsened by the free-market policies of the Republican party—and yet the state’s voters insist on re-electing the very people who are screwing them, running up colossal majorities for George Bush, lowering taxes and privatizing and deregulating, even when these things are manifestly unhealthy for the state…”



Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 8:44 pm


I know. I haven’t been around much lately. The reason is that I am hospital sitting with fav daughter again. We’re going on 9 days in the hospital, she’s been through a long string of specialists and still no definitive answers. More reviews and maybe more tests tomorrow. Joann Staley, charge nurse, was very helpful to us today. She’s very good with her work at the hospital. Oh…this is ironic. They admitted Ally to room 333.

I rounded another corner today and shared it with Ally in the hospital. Ruby took me to lunch. I bought a copy of Eats, Shoots and Leaves and took it to my doctor who has kept me alive another year. Then the ambulatory part of the family gathered at Orozco’s for dinner and later for a warm, just out of the oven coconut cream pie at our house. It was special. There were lots of greeting cards, flowers and calls to enjoy. They were all so nice. And I have a new shirt to wear tomorrow.

The other progress report is about Jack: he is not improving. The vet and the consults at K-State can’t find out what is wrong with him. He is listless and disinterested in everything. That isn’t Jack and we’re very worried about him.

So, until things change, my blogs will be brief. I went to bed with the chickens last night. When the phone stops ringing, I’m heading to find my feathers.

Stay tuned, pleased.



Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 9:19 am


They ran my letter in the Journal yesterday. It was the only one. I’ve received several calls and letters in support of it and now am waiting for the other shoe to fall. The column is very popular with readers and helps sell papers.

“As I ponder the Salina Journal Ext.333 column, my thoughts center on current standards of ethical journalism. Accuracy and integrity long have represented the qualitative value of major newspapers across the nation. Individuals who disagree with newspaper content and have opinions to share can write letters to the editor. They must include name, address and phone number.

The 333 column has no similar benchmark. Individuals call anonymously and comment on public figures or other matters of public interest. Oral communication of false or unverified statements injurious to a person’s reputation can be made anonymously to 333. Malicious statements with hateful comparisons to certain individuals are anonymously made in 333 calls. Some of these messages find their way into print. The fairness of this escapes me.

Impersonal comments in 333 are frequently humorous and well-stated; however, the place for sensationalistic tabloid journalism attacking public figures should remain near grocery store checkout stands where stories of two-headed babies born to Hollywood glitterati are commonplace. Standards of the Journal remain high, but the infusion of tabloid-style journalism troubles me.

The 333 column goes beyond the pale, in my opinion. As a subscriber I am embarrassed when individuals are associated with unattributed comments. This encourages detrimental personal commentary throughout the community about public officials and elicits schadenfreude. If we are to be fair to our public officials, then reader commentary about them should follow established and accepted journalistic practice and be contained in and receive the editorial scrutiny of a letter to the editor.”



Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 8:40 pm


I read the following in the Topeka Capitol Journal. You might appreciate it.

“…being a patriot sometimes has nothing to do with displaying the flag or serving in the military. Sometimes, it is about bucking the system, taking the risk that you will be called “un-American” and questioning political leaders’ strategies and motives.

“Patriotism, like a person’s degree of religious devotion, is relative and shouldn’t be used as a smoke screen to sidestep critical debate of veterans’ issues.”

I do. Those are words to think on.

Bloggers Up in Arms Over Closure of

Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 2:33 pm


“Blogging pioneer Dave Winer has shut down the Weblogs of about 3,000 users on, one of the first blogging sites.

“Winer is a respected figure in Web development circles and was a driving force in the emergence of blogging and Web syndication; last year he took up a fellowship at the Berkman Center for the Internet and Society, part of Harvard Law School, where he heads up the new Blogs at Harvard initiative. But such accolades meant little to the thousands of users who discovered that their blogs had summarily been taken offline, with some users comparing the act to murdering one’s own child…

For details, click here.


Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 11:26 am


My dear friend in Kansas City is having a little gathering of friends for drinks and appetizers. Whatever she fixes is just the best ever…and always presented so beautifully. I asked what she is going to serve and here’s what she had to say:

“deviled eggs
tiny egg rolls butttered with butter-minced onion-poppy seeds-Dijon, then layered with Honey-baked ham and baby swiss — warmed slightly
curried crab toasts
parmesan toasts in star and butterfly shapes
cheese wedges from Widgeonwood market (topped with fresh flowers)
Mexican puffs - delish if I do say so
bowls of cashews, ripe and green olives
potato wedges (rolled in milk then flour/parmesan/garlic) drizzled with butter, baked and served with sour cream/chive/bacon

I think that’s all, but I might find something else in the icebox - as usual. Oh yeah, peppermint brownie bars and pumpkin cookies if a sweet is desired.”

I should hop in my car and fly to her house. I only have to turn once to get out of Ellsworth and turn a couple more times to reach her house in the city. I can see her roof from the intersection of Lamar and Shawnee Mission Parkway. How easy can that be?


Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 11:18 am


At the State Championship meet this weekend, Elizabeth Kepkea qualified to go on to Illinois and the Region 9 championship in the 4×800m relay (team took second) and in the 4×400m relay (team took first). She did not qualify in the 1500m. So she now has a silver and a gold junior olympics medal. They are pretty cool.

It would be nice if you’d buy cookies from her. She’s in the phone book under Richard and Juanita. I ordered oatmeal raisin and peanut butter. If they are Little River cookies, they are scrumptious. If they aren’t, probably they are scrumptious as well.



Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 7:42 am


Youngest grandson is playing in three MAYB games today at Salina Central. Usually the games are in Peabody, Newton or some too far away place for me to drop in for a game or two. So, I’m off to Salina for games at 9 and noon.

Tonight we’re meeting friends from Hawaii at the Midland for dinner. Favorite daughter won’t be there as she’s really under the weather with her back. Her doctor sent her for a cortisone injection yesterday to see if that will help with the pain. So, things at the Hotel won’t be the same without her. She can’t work with the condition of her back being what it is.

We had a lot of rain last night and I love it. The farmers are mired in mud with a lot of wheat yet to cut so rain is not a good thing for them right now. There is rain forecast for the next week.

I’m zooming eastward with a mug of coffee that Brit just handed me.



Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 8:28 pm


Congratulations to Gail Roehrman, manager of the Ellsworth Federal Credit Union, on her Kansas Credit Union Association’s 2003 Political Involvement Award. While many of us talk about calling or visiting our elected state and national officials, Gail has demonstrated her commitment as an active participant in the process. She not only addresses issues of interest to her organization but our community as well.

Way to go, Gail!

BOE candidates miss filing deadline

Filed under: prairie musings — Peg Britton @ 7:02 pm


Good news! Evolution has a better chance of being taught in our public schools because conservative Republicans missed last week’s deadline by seconds.

Two moderate Republicans on the State Board, who support the teaching of evolution, expected to have competition from conservative Republicans in the primary who planned to de-emphasize evolution, but they missed the filing deadline.

One Kansas Republican Assembly candidate had filed earlier and is running against an incumbent Republican. Conservative Kathy Martin of Clay Center, who is against teaching evolution in our schools, is challenging incumbent moderate, level-headed Republican Bruce Wyatt of Salina. And the Kansas Republican Assembly is working to re-elect conservative Steve Abrams of Arkansas City, who faces a GOP primary challenge from Tim Aiken of Derby.

The conservative majority on the State Board drew attention nationwide in 1999 when it voted to de-emphasize evolution. In 2000, a moderate majority took control and reversed the vote.

The 2002 election created a 5-5 split with conservative Republicans on one side and three moderate Republicans and two Democrats on the other. The board often is frequently stalemated 5-5 on major issues. Only in Kansas.

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