By Ashley Lodato
The ladies of the American Legion Auxiliary Unit 120 are already getting into the Christmas spirit. No, these are not your everyday Black Friday sales hunters; you won’t see them sleeping in line at Best Buy or elbowing someone in the gut to get to into the Apple store first. These are women who embody the true spirit of Christmas by giving to strangers (and spending a Ben at local businesses in the process!).
On Friday (Oct. 16), led by their president, Gail Surette (whose father was in WWII in the U.S. Navy and whose son was in the U.S. Army), Unit 120 will go on a shopping spree in Winthrop and Twisp, purchasing gifts for the residents of the Spokane Veterans’ Home. In addition to selecting items in valley stores, the group asks merchants who are able to make donations to the cause. Then on Nov. 2, the Auxiliary members will wrap the gifts to be mailed to the veterans in Spokane.
If you’d like to contribute to this effort, you can donate small (easy-to-mail) items or cash. You can find the Auxiliary table at the upcoming flea market at the Winthrop Barn on Saturday (Oct. 17) and talk to the members there about what they need. Additionally, Unit 120 meets on the first Monday of every month at noon at the Winthrop Barn; all are welcome to attend.
It’s apparently molting season, so I’m trying not to get too annoyed with my egg-to-hen ratio, which is woefully low right now. I did, however, recently hear about a coldly efficient method of culling the flock from one local chicken farmer, although it was mean roosters that were the object of this farmer’s attention. “I do it just like the Mafia,” this poultry expert told me, “two shots to the heart, one shot to the head.” Don’t be surprised if you’re at the river and you see a chicken with tiny cement blocks on its feet.
Jackie Thomson was recently at the Methow Valley Community Center with her boys and they went into the Twisp Library to return some books. Her youngest son, Caleb, wanted to stay at the library for a while, but Jackie told him that the library was closing. “But the librarian is here,” Caleb said, pointing at Dawn Woodruff. “She’s going home now, though,” Jackie said. “Home?” Caleb asked. “But she lives here.” Sometimes it probably feels that way to Dawn.