Smoke Rings: Meet My Family, and Cultivator Attachment

A contributing writer introduces her family and passes along a story about an unusual cultivator attachment.

| January/February 1966

I'd like to you to meet my family. Dana, our sweet dark-haired 17 year old teenaged daugher, will graduate from High School in June. She is interested in school, Girls Athletic Association, Year Book Staff, plays hockey and Basketball—and is my right hand man at home when time permits. She plans on going into Beauty School.

Donnie is 11 years old and is a typical boy of that age—takes piano lessons and is in the Church Choir, but is more interested in sports, TV, teasing and getting out of work. He does help sometimes though and does quite well.

Keli, our little blond, has just turned to the wonderful age of 9. She is quite interested in anything and everything and is active in scouts and church choir. She takes lessons in piano, tap, ballet, acrobat and baton. She's a good little helper too.

Then there is Thomas Casey, our newest member. He was just one year old in September and he's a little doll—just now at the age where he is walking and talking (trying to) and oh so interesting. At this point he's won everyone's heart, and no doubt will make good advantage of it. Aren't they precious though??

So there you have met our family. If you knew them like I do you'd love them all dearly. You'll be hearing about them from time to time. I don't want to bore you talking about my family, but they are a big part of my life and so are these two magazines, so I have to bring them into it too. Quite a few folks have written me and let me know they like to hear about them—after all most of us like to tell other folks of our loved ones. Oh yes—I'm 40, probably look older, act younger, and love every minute of life.

Bye bye for now and remember: According to Vincent van Gogh, the best way to know God is to love many things.