Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1925-04-02


are not so big, nor so grand as
those of the cities, but they are
ours with no rent to pay and no
landlord to fear. And even if
they are much smaller and much
palmer than the houses our city
cousins occupy, ! venture to say
that the life lived in most of
them is happier and more con-
tented than elsewhere. We have
the groves and the glens; the
small woodlot and the great for.
ests; the rivers and the lakes
with their myriads of life; hills
and dales made especially for our
enjoyment by the good Lord; we
have schools and churches with
teachers and preachers for the
upbuilding of our knowledge and
our spiritual bodies; halls and
community buildings for social
intercourse and recreation; we
have tin lizzies," and carriages
drawn by horses, in which we
may go visiting our friends; we
have the fields with their golden
grain, blooming clover and wild
flowers with the bees and the
birds and the wild animals; and
we have the green pastures with
the grazing cows that furnish us
with the purest kind of milk and
cream. unadulterated; the barn
yard with its cackling fowls and
Growing ROSTERS that furnish us
with sure enough fresh eggs and
spring chicken for the home Ia.
BILE. We have our gardens giving
us the lucious strawberry; the
red checked apple, and all the
fresh vegetables we care to have.
There is no end to the things we
have, and we should all be thank
full and happy and contented, and
we would be, if Eve was not our
grandmother, but she is. We see
and hear about the life.our broth
ers lead in the great metropolitan
centers of today, it being told to
us by people from the other side
who hope to gain from us few
of our pennies. Like Eve, we see
that it is good. and we get a de-
sire to taste like that grand
mother Of ours, and before we
know our world is robbed of its
beauty.
Yes. we who live in the open
spaces of the country, have been
given the raw material for max
ing a Paradise; but only a few
realize it and set to work to make
lit. God. according to tradition,
made one Paradise for man; but
man did not appreciate it; he
wanted to work out his own sal
walton, and so the original Para
disc on earth was destroyed, and
God took man outside and told
him to create his own Paradise
henceforth, which was blessing
for man. All that now is left for
us of that original Paradise is
a faint picture in each mans
mind of how Paradise was, and
from that vision We try to build
our own Paradise. ever and ever
more perfect. 1t takes work to
build it; but work is a blessing,
and We all love it. The farmer
enjoys his work as much as the
artist and sometimes l am won
dering which one of us really, aft
er ,all, is the greatest artist, he
that carves in stone. he that
blends colors and spreads them
over canvases. he that builds cit.
les. or he that carves out and
beauties the great open spaces
and at the same time produces
sustenance for all the inhabitants
of the earth. But this is phil
osophying. The people of thi.
nation are a wandering tribe
they have come from all over the
globe to work out their own sal
walton here, and this country j:
J SO very big. and rambling ovel
it is so easy. The trouble with
. us farmers is our rambling spirit