Mom bought vanilla extract from the Watkins guy, and we always kept a tin of petro carbo salve for us and another one for animals.....Mom believed in that stuff. Think they quit coming around in the early 70s.
A traveling salesman goes up to a farmhouse where a dog and cat are sitting on the front porch. The salesman reaches down and scratches the dog's ears and says, "How are you, fella?" The dog looks at him and says, "I'm fine, how are you?"
The salesman is flabbergasted at seeing a talking dog and asks him to say something else. So the dog replies, "What do you want me to talk about? Weather's been good, we're getting enough rain and the crops are healthy." Then he gets up and says, " Well, it's been nice chatting with you but I hear my master calling", and he trots off.
At that moment the farmer opens his front door and the salesman is still shaken up. He says to the farmer "I can't believe it! You have a talking dog! You should go into show business, you could make a million dollars!"
The farmer just shakes his head and smiles. "Did they pull that joke on you, too? Mister, that dog can't talk. The cat's a ventriloquist..."
L.W.
"Always go straight forward, and if you meet the devil, cut him in two and go between the pieces." (William Sturgis, clipper ship captain, 1830s.)
Every few years we get a bunch of what people tell me are Gypsies stopping by with all manner of gasoline and battery powered tools and generators and the like. They try to sell this stuff pretty hard. Oklahoma plates and usually a pretty new truck. We don't get any farm to farm sales these days but used to get a lot of guys selling aerial photos of the farm.
Where I grew up when the "Travelers" would come through in the spring the local "Mom & Pop" store/gas station/garage would just assume they were going to lose some things. Course they were called Gypsy's back in those days. Just kind of disappeared by the 70s or so.
Some spelling errors can be corrected by a vowel movement. ~ MOLON LABE ~
My dad said there was a rock pile back in the mountains where mom was raised, if anyone dared try to disturb it, a neighbor would go nuts. Said my grandad told him all the locals thought he’d robbed/killed a traveling salesman of his wares and money and buried him under that rock pile. Guess there was one that went missing in the area.
"Allways speak the truth and you will never have to remember what you said before..." Sam Houston Texans, "We say Grace, We Say Mam, If You Don't Like it, We Don't Give a Damn!"
My dad worked for the FHA during the 70's and 80's. On the weekends he would go help out some of the local farmers and ranchers even though policy was not to get friendly with the clients.
He used to drag me to the night time welder salesman demonstrations. Seems like none of the ones selling the welders had all of their fingers. A couple of the must have welders are still around.
Sure would like to go to another sales demo with my father. Good times are not realized until its too late
Jehovah witness visit every spring in a van full of weird looking people wanting to preach and hand me some pamphlets. I tell em don't want none of yer talk, move along or I'll let go of this GSD that wants a taste of yer arm. This spring the lead dude couldn't back up fast enough and damn near tripped, he was grabbing his crotch and yelling don't let him go, hang on to em now I'm a leaving.LOL
I would have got him too but a Dad Blam snow flake hit me in da eye....
