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6B Wednesday, Dec. 19, 2012 Bulletin, Progressive, Record, Reporter EDITORIAL Don't let the challenges hide the blessings In a few days many of us will gather with fami- ly and friends to celebrate the holidays and ring in a new year. It is the time of year when we give thanks, open our hearts, make plans and goals for the future and reflect on the past. It can be a wonderful time. Think about it: Many of your most cherished memories were probably made during this time of year. At Feather Publishing, we can't help looking back at the year. We are flipping through the pages of this year's papers to compile our Year in Review feature that will appear in next week's editions. At first glance, it looked like a pretty rough year for Plumas County. Almost everywhere you turned, people were being asked to make sacri- fices. The school district, the county's workers, local businesses ... We were forced to make do with less than we had the year before. There were traumatic events. We had fatal acci- dents, a fatal shooting, home invasions and more burglaries than we would like to admit. And then there was a massive forest fire that affected all of US. It was a rough year. But despite all the events that rocked our lives, we have much to be thankful for. In the same pages that reported the bad news, we reported the uplifting events that make our community a great place to live. Almost every week there were stories about people and organizations helping the less fortu- nate: fund drives, charitable giving and neigh- bors helping neighbors. There were town parties and celebrations, local artists adding cttlture to our lives, and stories of people committed to mak- ing thisa great place to live and raise a family. We have a talented and energetic new school superintendent and even a championship high school football team in Portola to brag about. Above all, just take a look outside. Look at this place we live. There are few locations in the world that can compare to the natural 'beauty of Plumas County. Yes, we have a lot to be thankful for. So, next week, when your goofy uncle has too much of the spiked eggnog, or you realize the new sweater you unwrapped is a couple sizes too small, try to put it in perspective. This is a time to be thankful. It's a time for sharing. A time for giving. Giving doesn't necessarily mean reaching in your pocket. You can give your time and your heart by reaching out to help and show you care. Make amends with someone. Help a friend in need. Better yet, help a perfect stranger. The fabric of this community is strong. It's one of the reasons we choose to live here. Soon the holidays will be over and we will set our sights on a new year, with new challenges and new opportunities. And it is going to be a bet- ter year than 2012. we just have a feeling. Editorials are written by members of the editorial board, which consists of the publisher, the managing editor and the appropriate staff writer or writers, and should be considered the opinion of the newspaper. Fea00ing 00spaper For breaking news, go to Michael C. Taborski ............. Publisher Keri B. Taborski ...Legal Advertising Dept. Dan McDonald ......... Managing Editor Jenny Lee ................. Photo Editor Alicia Knadler ........ Indian Valley Editor Ingrid Burke ................ Copy Editor Staff writers: Laura Beaton Jordan Clary Michael Condon Ruth Ellis DJ Estacio Will Farris Mona Hill Susan Cort Johnson Debra Moore M. Kate West Aura Whittaker Sam Williams James Wilson Samantha P. Hawthorne Feather River Bulletin (530) 283-0800 Westwood PinePress (530) 256-2277 Lassen County Times (530) 257-53211 Portola Reporter (530) 832-4646 Chester Progressive (530) 258-3115 Indian Valley Record (530) 284-7800 EDITORIAL AND OPINION A walk down memory lane When I was a kid, Christmas was such an exciting time! A couple weeks before Christmas my dad would go up in the attic to get the fake Christmas tree and other xmas accoutrements. We had one of those trap door pull- down-steps contraptions mounted in the upstairs hall ceiling. We kids would take advantage of the open hatch to explore the many treasures stashed up there under the eves. Boxes of ornaments, lights and other decorations got passed down the steep rickety steps to my mom or older brother, to be assembled and hung in their tradi- tional, proper places. Because what the holidays bring most of all is tradition. At least that's how it was at our small Victorian house in Ar- lington, Mass. We all pitched in to assemble and deco- rate the tree. The crowning glory was the big electric star on the very top of the tree that touched the ceiling. We loved to hang the tinsel, a couple sil- ver strands at a time. Then we'd wrap the old-fashioned teardrop style lights around and round the tree. Next we would put the presents under the tree. There was lots of box shaking and package probing as we guessed what might be inside the brightly wrapped gifts. We'd build a fire in the fireplace, MY TURN LAURA BEATON Staff Writer and the metal mesh screen would protect the red Oriental rug and wood floors from flying embers. On the mantel we hung the stockings that my mom's sister sent us from Califor- nia one year. She made them from red and white felt, with little green holly leaves and our names glued on. We had old-fashioned popcorn poppers made of wire mesh, with lids that slid open, and we'd pop the kernels over the coals of the fire. On Christmas Eve, we were allowed to open one present -- the one my mom's parents in Boise sent to us. Even though we knew we would proba- bly get a pair of socks or underwear, we were excited to open them anyway. I remember when Christmas morning arrived, we would get out of bed excitedly and wait eagerly for my parents to get up This week's special days NOT JUST AN ORDINARY DAY COMPILED BY KERI TABORSKI Not just an ordinary day....a sampling of weekly notable special days and facts throughout the year. December 19 "A Christmas Carol," a novella by Eng- lish author Charles Dickens was first published and distributed in 1843. In 1924 the last Rolls Royce Silver Ghost model is sold in London. The automobile was so named as it was painted in silver aluminum paint with silver- plated fit- tings and emphasized its "ghost-like" quietness. December 20 The Christmas-themed film "It's a Won- derful Life" was first released in New York City in 1946. In 1996 NeXt Software merges with Apple Computers, starting the path to creating the Mac OS X computer. December 21 Word-Cross, the first crossword puzzle, was published in the New York World newspaper in 1913. In 1937 "Snow White and the Seven Dwarves," the first full length animated feature film, premiers at the Carthay Cir- cle Theater in Los Angeles. December 22 In 1965, a 70-mile-per-hour speed limit is applied to all roads and motorways in England for the first time, where previ- ously there had been no speed limit at all. December 23 In 1970, the construction of the north tow- er of the World Trade Center in Manhat- tan, New York City is completed at 1,368 feet, making it the tallest building in the world December 24 Christmas Eve -- Santa visits. December 25 Christmas Day and tell us it was OK to go downstairs. My dad would go down first with the camera at the ready. Then the rest of us would line up, from youngest to oldest, and make our way downstairs. The littlest ones would stop midway to gawk and exclaim as they spied the pre- sents through the balusters of the railing. We older kids would loudly urge the others on so we could get our own eyeful of what Santa had brought down the chimney. If there was a big present like a bicycle or pair of skis or a toboggan, we would race to see whose name was on the tag. Even if our own name wasn't on the gift, there were enough other presents that our disappointment was short-lived. Our stockings always had an orange or tangerine and Hershey's kisses at the bottom. Sometimes there would be a clue in your stocking for a larger gift under the tree. Like the time I got a box of film and, sure enough, a Kodak Instamatic had my name on it. After the last present was opened and the wrapping paper cleaned up, we'd go to the kitchen for a special breakfast -- maybe French toast or waffles, or my mom's famous strada, Then it Was playtime! Depending on the weather, we would ride our new bikes or try out our new skis or sleds just a short walk away at our local park called "The Farm" (pronounced fahm). If it was raining we'd play a new game or get out our old favorites like Monopoly, Clue or cards. We knew just about every card game ever invented. And then it'd be time for Christmas dinner. Grammy and Uncle Dick would drive over from Somerville and some- times my uncle John came from New York City. Our traditional feast was turkey with all the trimmings: mashed potatoes and turnips, green bean casserole, salad, home baked rolls, stuffing, gravy and cranberry sauce (not jelly). After the delicious meal, came the even more delicious dessert -- pumpkin and apple pies with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream. Yum! And then, unfortunately, there were the interminable dishes! The oldest four of us kids had to take turns washing and drying the dishes, and we sure hated when it was our turn on Christmas! But finally, the mess was cleaned up, theguests had gone home, and we settled in front of the TV to watch a movie. Ah, sweet traditions! They're even enjoyable as memories. And the good thing is, you can start new traditions, with new friends and family, whenever there's another occasion. REMEMBER. WHEN KERI TABORSKI Historian 75 YEARS AGO ........ ..1937 A storm which wreaked millions of dol- lars worth of damage throughout northern California and Plumas County has closed the Feather River Highway with damage to the highway estimated to be a quarter of a million dollars. Chester was the hard- est hit of the towns in Plumas County as the bridge at the entrance to Chester from the west was washed out. County bridges at Johnsville and Grays Flat were also washed out. 50 YEARS AGO .......... 1962 Plan your Merry Christmas dinner with grocery items advertised in this weeks newspaper: turkeys 43 cents per pound, hams 59 cents per pound, yams 13 cents per pound, celery 15 cents a bunch, Simple Simon frozen pies 55 cents each, canned pumpkin 15 cents a tin, canned cranber. ries 20 cents a tin. 25 YEARS AGO .......... 1987 Trim your holiday table with these advertised grocery store specials: Turkeys 59 cents per pound, hams $1.29 per pound, butter $1.77 a pound, crescent rolls 99 cents a can, yarns 30 cents per pound, cool whip topping 69 cents a tub, cranberry sauce 49 cents a can, frozen pumpkin pie $2.59 each, egg nog $1.79 a half gallon, chicken broth 30 dents a can, jello 79 cents a package, six inch pointset- tics $4.99 each. 10 YEARS AGO .......... 2002 Susan Carroll, president of Feather River College was presented and accepted the Business of the Year award from the Quincy Chamber of Commerce at ceremonies held at the annual Wassail Bowl Friday night, It hurts more. than it used to On the television screen a young man about 25 sprints over a grassy field at full speed. Suddenly another young man, about 25, sprints from the opposite direc- tion at full speed and attacks the first guy. The intense collision sends both men to the ground. Hopefully they both get up, perhaps stunned by the crash but unwill- ing to let anyone know it. This form of violence is called football and I am a fan. When I was younger I reveled in the great hits of the game, where one man is stopped and thrown to the ground by another. These days I still follow the game mainly because some of the greatest athletes in the world put everything they have into the play. But I wince when thinking of the long- term effects of flinging the ole body around like that. The difference? Every morning this 66-year-old body rises from bed to feel yet another reminder of past activities with a new pain in a new spot. When these football players retire they will most likely become intimate with a number of pain relievers, heating pads and hot baths -- usually with some recon- structive surgery thrown in. I played high-school football as a tight ja: MY TUR.N WILL FARRIS Staff Writer end. Tight ends usually line up at either end of the offensive line. They have two jobs: block defenders from the quarter- back and catch passes, depending on the play. Usually these guys are large. They have to be able to block like an offensive lineman and be fast enough to run a pass pattern and catch the ball. We had a very small football team, both in numbers and size. Our offensive line was also our defensive line. I was 5 feet, 8 inches and weighed 130 pounds on a good day. My statistics were way below impres- sive -- two receptions for about eight yards. The second of those receptions spelled the end of my football career. I threw a block at a defender's shoelaces (he was about 250 pounds), ran downfield five yards and cut in. Our quarterback couldn't find a down- field receiver even if God brought a neon arrow from heaven to point him out. As I looked back I could see the panic in the kid's eyes, then -- Eureka! -- he spotted me in the middle of the field. Everybody within a hundred miles knew where he was going to throw the ball. As it was in the air I could feel the earth rumble with the steps of many 200-pound bodies. The ball hit my hands, four tacklers hit my body and I was buried under 800 pounds of meat. It felt like the ball was now a part of my spine, and breathing was a cherished memory. The following Monday, I went to the coach and told him that I had no de- sire to die this young. He looked at me with sad, resigned eyes and agreed that I probably wasn't big or talented enough to play the game. Within a couple of days the pain had all but disappeared. We are immortal in those days of youth, but some mornings I am reminded of that catch as I get out of bed.