The Alberton Papers, vol2, #3
By Dick Darne 6-6-06
In this paper we will discuss another serious problem, poor raking skills by our youth. Nobody wants to "rake like they mean it" anymore. When I was a young feller, I not only raked like I meant it, I did it uphill all day. Barefooted too. Absolutely glad to have the opportunity to develop my raking skills. I was also torn by conflicts in my multi-cultured upbringing. My Teutonic genes made me want to rake straight lines in an ever shrinking square or rectangle, culminating in a perfectly symmetrical finished pile. On the other hand, the genes originating in the emerald isles made me inclined toward the "willy-nilly" style of raking. Thanks to my developing character, (and not a few slaps from the old man), the "rake like you mean it" style won out. Alas, I was not as successful with my own progeny, they once "wobbled the job", hoping I would just do it myself. I showed ‘em. We spent the whole weekend doing a four hour job. 30 years later they will testify that’s what made them what they are today. I tried to teach my daughter the virtues of good raking and all I got was a full bore mutiny. When Adam Good worked for me all thru high school, he was a natural raker. My boys said they didn’t rake right because I didn’t pay them anything. I guess that proves that "it’s not the principle, it’s the money". Kids will work for other people, so I propose a two pronged attack: 1) establish "Camp Rake Like You Mean It", where kids can learn this important skill instead of frittering away the summer. 2) establish a "Kid-Exchange". You need work done around your place, drop off your kid and pick up another one. All that’s left is lean back and enjoy some good raking. Happy raking, dd
By Dick Darne 6-6-06
In this paper we will discuss another serious problem, poor raking skills by our youth. Nobody wants to "rake like they mean it" anymore. When I was a young feller, I not only raked like I meant it, I did it uphill all day. Barefooted too. Absolutely glad to have the opportunity to develop my raking skills. I was also torn by conflicts in my multi-cultured upbringing. My Teutonic genes made me want to rake straight lines in an ever shrinking square or rectangle, culminating in a perfectly symmetrical finished pile. On the other hand, the genes originating in the emerald isles made me inclined toward the "willy-nilly" style of raking. Thanks to my developing character, (and not a few slaps from the old man), the "rake like you mean it" style won out. Alas, I was not as successful with my own progeny, they once "wobbled the job", hoping I would just do it myself. I showed ‘em. We spent the whole weekend doing a four hour job. 30 years later they will testify that’s what made them what they are today. I tried to teach my daughter the virtues of good raking and all I got was a full bore mutiny. When Adam Good worked for me all thru high school, he was a natural raker. My boys said they didn’t rake right because I didn’t pay them anything. I guess that proves that "it’s not the principle, it’s the money". Kids will work for other people, so I propose a two pronged attack: 1) establish "Camp Rake Like You Mean It", where kids can learn this important skill instead of frittering away the summer. 2) establish a "Kid-Exchange". You need work done around your place, drop off your kid and pick up another one. All that’s left is lean back and enjoy some good raking. Happy raking, dd
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