Tuesday, September 01, 2026

Silly Times and 4-H Appreciation

 




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Marianne, Bill and Becky. 

I really like how AI does a teeth cleaning and whitening so easily and cheaply. 

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We were silly oldsters yesterday. 

Our longtime friend Becky came bearing gifts yesterday.  She's a master gardener from Iowa, so she knows how to grow corn AND tomatoes. 

I should have kept my mouth shut, but the pile of tomatoes on the window sill and the drain dish full in the refrigerator were hard to hide cuz I wanted to brag about my 'maters too. 

Anyway, we've got tomatoes and corn and a neat new wooden bench crafted by Fred. 

Becky saw Fred one day working on his benches and then learned his story.  He's a sailor and a wood craftsman, and he's a little older than the rest of us oldies. 

He builds the benches, and from what I've heard, Becky buys them for a reasonable price and gives them to friends. 

So, once we brought the bench to the deck, it was picture-taking time.  And, that is what we did as we laughed like silly school children. 

We also laughed about old-age infirmities and groused about the outside world that, through technological advances does its best to screw up our respective worlds every day. 

Becky had a wellness physical appointment and ended up 15 minutes late cuz we laughed and talked too long. I have a feeling, however, that she earned a high wellness grade after the good times we had on Fred's bench. 

It was a fun visit, and we'll plan to have some more rollicking good times in the future.  





AI enhanced:  they thought we were too fat to fit on the bench so they gave us stools. 





75 Years Ago in Bonner County History Notes

4-H HISTORY IN BONNER COUNTY 

Four-H club work is a specialized educational enterprise for rural youth. In Bonner county, it has grown steadily since its beginning in 1925, when Claudia Jones, daughter of Ben Jones of Kootenai, constituted the first 4-H club with a Guernsey calf for which she kept records and made a report. 

The next year, the Glengary Jersey calf club was organized with five members and four Jersey calves shipped in from Tillamook, Ore. 

Also in 1926, the “Watch Us Grow” potato club (8 members) and the “Stitch in Time” club (12 members), organized at Sagle, while at Laclede, 8 girls formed a sewing club. 

As a direct result of these clubs, community fairs were held at both Laclede and Sagle. Club work continued to spread through the county, and by 1927, the year of the first annual Bonner county fair, 19 boys in potato clubs and 27 girls in sewing clubs entered exhibits. 

In 1928, seven new sewing clubs were organized with 52 members. Today the county has 34 4-H clubs with a membership of 125 boys and 150 girls.

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I loved seeing this segment of the Daily Bee's "Bonner County History" notes this morning.  I was 4 years old when this news was originally published. 

So, when I entered the 4-H program six years later, it was well-established in the county.  

I first belonged to the Mountain View ABC's and the Mountain View Livestock club.

The first was home economics-related with the main leaders being Lucille Hudon, Eleanor Delamarter and Winifred Nikkola.  

The other, led by my dad Harold Tibbs and Dick Sherwood, served beef, sheep, dairy and swine members. A year or so later, the livestock projects included horse; my mother helped usher it in.   

Back in those days, what I liked best about 4-H was the refreshments, served at every meeting.

Seems there were always sweets to drink and sweet to eat in those days----cookies, cupcakes or cake and ice cream. 

I cannot forget Eleanor Delamarter's orange cinnamon rolls. Hard to forget those refreshments when you eat 13 of them in one sitting.  Fact!

Yes, the refreshments were great with each tasting, but the lifelong attributes that the 4-H experience taught me have lasted significantly longer than any of those mouth-watering orange cinnamon rolls.  

In fairness, I must add that the cinnamon rolls and other 4-H refreshments did have lasting power---as part of my body fat. 

The 4-H attributes acquired took a little longer to digest and, at times, they didn't taste so good.  Take the year I did not complete my projects cuz I didn't fill out my record books, for example. 

That was a bitter lesson, indeed, but the following year when I completed two years in one---that felt good. 

In 4-H, I washed and clipped cows and horses, learned how to judge and write reasons for why I made my judgments, learned the basics of cooking and canning, struggled through sewing, listened to adolescent catcalls as a style-review Klutz, wove reeds for a basket project, taught younger 4-H'ers, prepared and presented demonstrations, learned how to compete effectively and lose gracefully, wrote club news for the local paper and learned parliamentary procedure. 

I like to say that 4-H was my "house that built me," and I'm pretty confident that I'm not alone in that assessment. 

So, that's why it was neat to see the history notes about the beginnings of 4-H in Bonner County. 





Bill told me a day or so ago that he has had these signs for 20-plus years.  

He brought them home (to the Great Northern Road place) and planned 20 years ago, when we moved to Selle, to display them in our woods. 

Well, they've sat for 20 years.  

He washed the dust off from them the other day, and he has them out and ready to complete that longheld goal of having them appear in neat settings around the place. 

He told me that they had been discarded and that he and his colleagues found them in a dumpster and decided that was no place for them to stay, so he brought some home. 

It will be fun to go for walks and be directed to hypothetical spots on the place. 






My phone told me this morning that we are in store for eight straight days of rain. 

That makes me happy for several reasons, especially that the pastures should have a resurgence and that I won't have to drag the hoses around as much. 

We need the rain, and I'm sure we'll get tired of it after three days, but that's okay.  

It is needed. 

Happy Tuesday.  

Looking forward to an enjoyable September. 






Monday, August 31, 2026

Good Bye, August




 


It's a somewhat crisp and sunny on this last day of August here at the Lovestead. 

The dogs and I walked through a veil of fog on our early-morning outing through the hay field. 

AND 

The sky is falling. 

All morning I have heard stuff crashing to the ground.  While walking over to check a neighbor's water tank, one crash sounded like a bullet had pierced a roof top.  

Should I mention that all these crashes have occurred beneath tall trees? 

If so, and if you have stuff crashing downward from your tall trees, you may have guessed why the sky appears to be falling. 

It's those busy, industrious squirrels up there on the limbs, sending food-filled cones to the ground, and some of them land with a crash, a boom or a bang.

It's time to get ready for winter, and the squirrels know that time is of the essence for their winter sustenance. 

So, long story short, it's a noisy day out there this morning AND a beauty. 

Yesterday we had clouds and cooler weather but no rain, 'cept where Bill and I visited late in the afternoon. 

The route yesterday took us through Naples and Deep Creek and on past the National Wildlife Refuge headquarters to a turn-off to the Myrtle Creek drainage. 

BTW:  the main road to the refuge has been closed for some time because of construction.  When it's completed, the road will be considerably wider. 

Bill says it will be built up also because there are plans to open some of the dikes, allowing more water for the habitat. 

After a relief stop at the headquarters, we moved on up Myrtle Creek, drove over Cook's Pass and came down through the Snow Creek drainage. 

While in the Myrtle Creek area, where one of the visual treats is a huge rock slab named Myrtle's Turtle, we walked with the dogs over an old bridge and up an abandoned road. 

A healthy crop of fireweed has seen its better days for 2026, but other wildflowers and colorful firewood residue blended for some stunning scenes. 

As I said to Bill, our walk was really enjoyable---not hot, no bugs, quiet and clean. 

As often happens, we saw only a few other vehicles on the entire trip, so it felt like we had the scenic drainages to ourselves.  

We did encounter some rain in Myrtle Creek, but after rounding a few bends in the road, sunshine suddenly appeared.

All in all, it was a pleasant end-of-August getaway with colorful scenes suggesting that fall is upon us. 

Enjoy the photos (a few taken at the Lovestead)  

Happy Monday.   
  


















Bill wanted to show me some lunkers which usually swim around in this Snow creek pool, but none showed up. 

Bill keeps track of fishing holes while I concentrate on photo opportunities. 





Not tombstones but stump stones.  

The scene suggested a cemetery for stumps. 





Sunday, August 30, 2026

Album: Butterflies and Remembering

 



I spent a few minutes at the Monarch Butterfly Festival yesterday. 

It took a while to find a parking spot near the Granary District, so I knew before walking into the exhibit area that it was well attended. 

The booths offered lots of informative information and handouts.  The article below is informative also as it summarizes some basic information that would be helpful to anyone who wants to enhance the environment for butterflies and other pollinators. 

https://bonnercountydailybee.com/news/2026/aug/30/sandpoint-embraces-its-monarch-moment-at-festival/













I also attended the Miller Brothers Celebration of Life gathering on Sunnyside Road. 

All educators and inspired by a mom "Grandma Miller," who was an educator, Larry, Ray and Bill collectively compiled more than 90 years of educating local students as teachers, coaches and administrators. 

All three have passed away in the past few years.  The family has established a scholarship fund in their honor. 

For more information about the scholarship and how to donate, check out the following link and pass it on to their former students who may want to support the fund. 



Miller Brothers Celebration of Life
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Randy Miller, also a Washington educator and coach and son of Larry, said a few words as did his cousin Steve, second left. 

It was a day filled with lots of memories, reconnections with old friends and former students and gratitude to have simply been there. 

Enjoy the photos and the music.