Herald - Lantern - Dispatch 2 |uly '86

Our Readers Write Fisher Letter i Ridiculous ' (From Page 91) mission keeps a list of all beekeepers and notifies them before a spray so they can cover their hives, thus eliminating most mortality. Also, thee sprayings are done early, before the bees are out and active. My address is 686 Socks Lane, Cold Spring. I am asking Fisher to come to my house and collect the "beneficial insects" from my garden before I spray it, as I am not aware of which insects are beneficial other than bees for pollination and dragonflies, possibly because of brain damage from pesticides. The whole thing is ridiculous. Let's be practical, and not attempt to scare people with generalized innuendos and excerpts from magazines and antiquated studies. AVILLIAM BE. MC PHERSON Cold Spring Holy Redeemer's Angels of Mercy To The Editor: My friend. Vera Johnson, died on June 18 of cancer. She was in the Holy Redeemer Hospice Program, where she chose to have no life support systems or hospital care, but to remain with her family and die. I was privileged to share the last month of her life with daily visits. I say privileged not only because she was such an extraordinary' person who never complained about her pain, but because I also met some of the Holy Redeemer personnel. Not all of the nurses and aides cared for her, but Sister Margaret SSJ, Paige. Sarah, and Andrea. It was not just the professional expertise of these women, which was outstanding, but their gentle, loving ways with Vera and their compassion for her husband. Their group is aptly named, for only the Holy Redeemer could inspire these ladies to prepare a patient and family to face death with so much love. We are indeed fortunate to have these Angels of Mercy in Cape May County. CATHERINE MC GILL Cape May Doyle Wants Debate To The Editor : I see where Freeholder Ralph W. Evans has put his foot in his mouth again by questioning Superior Court Judge James A. O'Neill about how many days a week he isn't doing anything. Evans should know that if a judge is not in court, he is reading briefs and other legal documents to come to decisions. It amazes me that an elected freeholder would even become involved in judicial matters — or does he think he is an expert on these matters, like he does on trash problems? Maybe the good judge would monitor the debate I have challenged Evans to on several occasions. The judge is a professional in his field, as I am in mine: trash and solid waste. This is why I would like to debate. I think questioning the judge is the act of a desparate politician making statements which are unfair to every judge in Cape May County to make headlines. ELMER DOYLE Eldora Speed-Happy Drivers To The Editor: Why is there such a lack of respect for the 25 m.p.h. speed limit signs in Villas? There are just too many speed-happy drivers who don't care for life or limb. It's time for a crackdown. We could save a life. Let's all keep our streets safe. VINCENT MC MATTON Villas

x > .yd loyride III Jk By Libby Demp Forrest \J JJ" 1 1 never met a Fourth of July 1 didn't like. It's got the right attitude for a holiday. Freedom and fun and fireworks. No weeks of shopping, no stringent ritual, no saintly endeavors. Whether there is rain on the Fourth of July or not. I've got a lot of respect for this holiday that picked the right time of the year for a celebration. In our part of the hemisphere it's always summertime on the Fourth of July — and that in itself is worthy of celebration. The Fourth of July dignifies the ordinary backyard and turns it into a theme park. A place for crepe paper and hokey food and chit chat that goes unremembered. IF YOU ASKED No. 1, No. 2 or me what Fourth of July we remember the most, we'd all remember in unison one we shared under a tent some years back. We were among strangers who accepted us as family and the three of us will remember that for the rest of our lives. It was celebrated under an enormous red and white striped tent erected on a farm in Gloucester County. Beneath it were long tables of people eating pasta, clams, barbequed chicken, hot dogs, roast beef, salads, and chocolate cake. The chicken was barbequed on long, smokey grills set up in apefH while an old-fashioned juke box blared by the farmKouse. UNDER THAT TENT was a family that had long ago burst from its seams, a family of dozens of grandmothers and grandfathers, babes in arms, a zillion little cousins who laughed and fought and raced in the fields, sons and daughters, sons-in-law. step sons-in-law. step daughters- ' in-law. uncles and aunts; a tapestry of genealogy that could bring on a monumental Excedrin headache. No. 1 . No. 2 and I were brought by a friend who knew we would be alone that Fourth of July, and after a while we : forgot to feel that we didn't belong here. Our own ancestry gave us credibility. Those at other tables didn't know who we belonged to. We could have been some third cousin four or five times removed There was brown-haired No. l. and blond No. 2. and myself, and whatever combination of chromosones produced us made ' us each different — as well as somewhat alike. NOW I AM MARRIED to The Hubby and he has three daughters and a son. as well as a daughter-in-law and a son-in-law. and our children have blended into a most beautiful tapestry of our own. I have seen the girls go from redhead to blonde to brunette, and the boys go from mod to prep, and when we get together 1 can't help but think that The Hubby and I now have between us a monumental Excedrin headache 1 of our own. We call it our family. C Letters Welcome The Herald, Lantern and Dispatch welcome letters to the editor on matters of public interest. Originals, not copies, are requested. Writers must sign name, address and phone number.

Mark Finds Adam ' Time-Consumins '

By ADAM BEITMAN ( As told to his mother. Gail Migrant Beitman) Hello World! Everyone seems a bit surprised that I'm already different from my big brother. Adam. From the extensive evesdropping I did while in the womb, I developed my strategy. Rugged individualism seems quite accepted in the family so I'm looking forward to finding out who I am, what my talents and proclivities are and being encouraged to develop them. For those who haven't noticed, I am a very talented sleeper. Anywhere, any time, any position. After all, in utero, I had to put up with mom's commuting to work, her incessant committee meetings — which can get loud — her propensity to sing Israeli songs to herself (great, but what if I go to kindergarten in America?) and the whine of that computer she hangs around. I'M RELIEVED mom decided to take a threemonth maternity leave. I had visions of being born somewhere around Estelie Manor on Route 49 in the back of her station wagon with Adam assisting. Then we'd rush into her office to finish a committee meeting and I'd have to nurse for the first time in public! The delivery was a breeze, mom had a spinal and the doctor did all the work. 1 came out hollering with pride when my APGAR score was a perfect "10." Initially things were quiet when 1 came home. Apparently my brother Adam had to be wisked off to Connecticut to the grandparents my first week home because he'd been exposed to chicken pox. HE'S A HAPPY FELLOW that loves mommy and daddy very much. I figure as long as he can walk on his own and take his milk from a cup he

shouldn't really get in the way too much As my birth present. Adam moved into mom and dad's water bed. since I had been promised the water bed crib. But I prefer sleeping in Adam's new water bed with mom, and dad seems willing to stayon the floor, so I'm not too annoyed. Adam's actually helpful, although a little pushy. When I get upset, he Veils "stop crying little baby Mark'' at me. and if mommy's too busy reading a book he tells her "close that book, mommy." When I want to eat he tells her "feed it" and when I'm done he says "put it to bed." BROTHERS SURE ARE time-consuming. Every time I yell long and loud enough to get my parents' attention Adam pops up and wants to be held too Adam likes to help hold me too. When he does, he gives me little kisses on the head, which is much nicer than when he tries to rearrange my face sometimes From what I can tell, my Dad's a very busy fellow — comes home late at night absolutely bushed, gives Adam his bath so they can spend some time together, they wrestle and then they read some books. My turn is next. Daddy and I do together what we do best, sleep. He hugs me up against his chest and we both nod off. I look forward to meeting everyone. We love visitors, mom lets them help with diaper changes. Love, Mark

I DON'T PARK THE DOG 1 WHEN YOU PARK THE CAR

=1 A dog's temperature (normally 101 to 102 degrees) rises steeply when left in a closed, airless car. AT 108 DEGREES BODY TEMPERATURE, IT MAY DIE - QUICKLY. Yet on just a muggy day of 86 degrees, the temperature in a closed- car will soar in 30 minutes or less to 102 degrees.

Opening the window even a few inches does NOT prevent oven-hot temperatures. TO SAVE A HEAT-PROSTRATED ANIMAL. GET A VET — FAST. In the meantime. If It la uaconockme, immerse the animal In cold water to lower body tern per stare. t—