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A striking resemblance

I’ve always heard that somewhere in this big old world, everyone has a twin.


I found mine purely by accident over the weekend while cleaning out some old magazines at my mom’s house.

I was browsing through copies of The Progressive Farmer magazines dating back to the early 1960s when I had to do a double-take. There on the cover of the August 1964 edition as big as day sat my sockless, tennis-shoe clad twin, wearing rolled up blue jeans, a red shirt and holding a straw hat full of peanuts atop a red truckload of peanuts.

I sat there in wonderment for a while before showing the cover to my mom.

“See anybody you know?” I asked showing her the cover.

“When did you take that?” she responded before realizing the photo was taken in 1964.

I would have only been 3 that summer, so clearly my twin is about 10-11 years older from the looks of The Progressive Farmer cover.

After turning to the inside of the magazine, I discovered the identity of my mysterious twin — a 4-H’er named Anna Beale Burgess of Northampton County, N.C. — perched atop the truck with peanut farmer M. C. Dunlow, also of Northampton County.

The photograph touted modern peanut growing practices such as diggers, windrowers, combines and modern hauling and storing practices that were making peanuts a profitable crop for Mr. Dunlow’s successful farming enterprise back in 1964.

With a little more digging around on the Internet, I believe I have found that my twin, who was born in 1950, now lives in Massachussetts.

Check out the August 1964 cover of The Progressive Farmer magazine and see if you don’t think the young Ms. Burgess bears a striking resemblance to the Gazette editor.


Black and blue Thursday and  Friday (again)

It seems the tradition of shopping immediately after eating the Thanksgiving meal is becoming “notorious”…by that we refer to the increasing number of horror stories heard about people being trampled in the mad rush to get into stores to find “Black Friday” bargains.

This year it was a hoard of teenage girls stampeding into a Victoria’s Secret at Oak Park Mall in Kansas on Black Friday that got much air-time on the nation’s news networks and was among the videos going viral on the Internet last weekend.

I learned many years ago that shopping on Black Friday is not my thing. But I do enjoy listening to my friends share stories of their Black Friday exploits.

Each year the post-Thanksgiving adventures seem to have a little more “umph” than previous tales of past years.

This year locally, it seems to be a sale on sheets in Walmart that drove some customers to push and shove until employees had to move the bin containing the marked down linens into a back room.

Customers with saving money on their minds flocked to our local Walmart before the turkey was even cleared from the table Thanksgiving. Shortly before 8 p.m. the race was on to see who could score the best deals on sale items.

Staking a claim to prized products they were about to pounce on, only a thin tape separated some eager customers from their precious Christmas commodities they could hardly wait to get their hands on.

And just like last year, some of our friends who annually brave the throngs of folks to get that “good deal” described their once-a-year Black Friday shopping experience as “not a task for the weak of heart.”

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, you won’t catch this poor soul venturing out among the hoards of people trekking to the malls to be mauled.

I learned my Black Friday lesson many years ago…never to be repeated again.

I just wait until Small Business Saturday to do my shopping and avoid the hustle and bustle of Black Friday.