Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1923-01-17

Dear NJ. B. Friends
We have not had many things
written about what Christmas
brought us, but first, here is a mes
sage, which, I am sure Aunt Sue in
tended for all of us, as it was in her
handwriting on the back of greet
ing card:
I'VE each have our work in the world
to do.
And the miles are many between,
But friendships bridge is long and
staunch,
And hearts may cross unseen"
You will agree with me, that is a
nice thought to cherish.
/ wish to thank each and all who
remembered me with holiday greet
ings. Among other gifts, sub
scription to the American Maya
zine and one to Modern Priscilla will
bring pleasure all the year and be
companions to The Farmers Wife,
which had been given me previously.
We look back and regret we had
not taken up Christmas work early
in the year but let the days go by
without profiting by past experience,
However, there are those who are
wise enough to begin their hand
work in season, and l am one among
the many who receives yearly
pretty, useful gift, which perhaps
was made in the good old summer
time.
Here | will remind you that
Sadie's birthday occurs January 20.
She is now our oldest member.
How many of you are nearly or
completely showed in? And still the
snow is falling as l write, with
prospect of an addition of ten or
more inches, and we all insist we
never had such winter. One friend
asked me over the phone, Where
are the people who predicted an open
winter?' | suspect there are some
M. B. letters intended for the column
stalled in some deep drifts.
| have just been reading a little
article by Brooklyn pastor with
which brings a picture to our vision;
mental, of course, l quote a little
from it:
Who that loves the country does
not love it's old roads that ramble over
the hilltops and through the forsaken
valleys! What charm and pathos you
discover as you follow in the foot
steps of those who, generations ago,
hewed those rough paths through the
untamed wilderness. What stories
those old roads have to tell of dar-
ing and hope! They left the valleys
and fought their way up over the rug
ged hills. l love those old roads.
They bind us to the past. They show
us the brave endeavor, the hardihood,
the ceaseless urge of pioneering in the
hearts of our fellowmen.
And yet towns cannot live and do
business just along the old roads Woe
betide the town that says the dirt
road, with it's back breaking thank
you-ma ans it's sand and it's mud was
good enough for my father and it is
good enough for me! tThis thought
will apply to other old conditions like
schools, etc) A new day has come
with new conditions of transportation
sweeping in easy curves through val
leys and over hills, is better road for
man and beast. The cultured mind will
cherish the old roads while it travels
on the new, yet he who knows his fell
.owmen and loves the history of his
race, must also pause to realize what
faith and heroism were here that built
these new ways In the wilderness of
mems thoughts.
Among my Christmas gifts was a
generous portion OF checkerboard
cake from Moss" and it was both
pretty and delicious. Thanks.
add some egg recipes:
BAKED EGGS.
Place common platter in oven
When it Is very hot, place piece OF
butter size of egg in it. When
melted, break eggs in saucer and
place in platter carefully ono at q
time. Cover tightly, cook until
firm. Season with pepper and salt
SCALLOPED EGGS.
Line a well-buttered baking dish