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To: Amelia Carhartt who wrote (184704)	10/16/2009 5:12:44 PM
From: Ken Adams	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

What part of our great land do you reside that will provide an opportunity to cut a cord of firewood? Doesn't sound like big city life, but more like lots of fresh air. Welcome to the GITS village, btw...

To: Amelia Carhartt who wrote (184704)	10/16/2009 6:16:01 PM
From: Neeka	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

Welcome Amelia! I once had he upper body strength to split wood, but not anymore. Love the pictures at your blog. Reminds me of my former life. Not as a photographer, but my life in the high mts of Colo. ;)

To: Amelia Carhartt who wrote (184704)	10/16/2009 7:36:57 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

He still can't get over how I go out in the forest with my chainsaw and then split around five to eight cords of wood each year by hand. Can you come right over? LOL! You didn't have to explain the connection with Amelia Earhart. I got that right away. When I was in the eighth grade, there were two classes. I was in Mister Pohlman's class and the other class was Mrs. Martha DeMers, otherwise known as "Mike" DeMers. One day they split the boys from both classes into Mister Pohlman's class, and the girls went into with Mrs. DeMers. Mister Pohlman showed the boys how to load a .30-06 shell with his hand reloading set. Three years later Mister Pohlman came out to my house to show me how to reload for my .44 magnum that I earned trapping marten, with the reloading set that I earned shoveling dirt. Mrs. DeMers took the girls out and showed them the airport, where not many of us knew she was a pioneering woman pilot. I don't think she took them for a plane ride, but they found out a woman could fly a plane for sure. The last time I was in the Missoula County Airport, there was an oversized portrait of her on the wall overhead the concourse, along with other pioneering pilots including one who dated my Mom, if I'm not mistaken. A sign explained why the pictures had become a permanent part of the airport. Things change. I told my Pard, whom I trapped with and whose Dad taught us the craft, if we had lived in today's schools we'd still be in the penitentiary for having our .44 magnums in the truck in the school parking lot. Things change. I love Carhartt's. Great work clothes.