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Editorial
July 10, 1947
Montgomery County Sentinel
Rockville, Gaithersburg, Montgomery County, Maryland
What is this article about?
Light-hearted editorial promotes vacationing at home in Montgomery County, highlighting local sights and sharing anecdotes of a friend's appreciation and a farmer's realization of his farm's charm.
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HOME AND MONTGOMERY SIDELIGHTS
Ruel C. White Hails
Next week everyone connected with the Stromberg publications will be on vacation. You will receive a SENTINEL, but it will not carry its usual features. We recommend that you read the story about things of interest one may see in his own county we have not yet read it so perhaps we will hear of something new right in our own backyard, so to speak.
We plan to spend the week in that backyard, where one may rest in a glider, gaze off up county over the rim of Parr's Ridge to the lovely peak of Sugar Loaf, or drop one's eyes and gaze down the row of zinnias, now in full bloom beside the garden path.
It was the remark of a friend, whose home is a city apartment, that opened our eyes to the delights of a vacation at home, several years ago. "How can you want to leave your delightful, cool, comfortable place to come to this?" she asked as she looked around the rather cramped room we were occupying. It is well to see things through another's eyes sometimes.
We always liked the tale told on her radio program by that incomparable "Mirandy of Persimmon Holler." It is an old story about a farmer who tired of his work, thought he slaved from morning to night, never got to go places, had no money—who said "Plague take it all. I'm going to get off this old place, move to town and take life easy." So he put his farm in the hands of a smart, young, real estate dealer who advertised it in the next Sunday's paper.
The ad ran like this: "For Sale - Beautiful farm home. 40 acres of rich bottom land with 10 acres of virgin timber on picturesque hillside. A crystal-clear stream runs across the property, with rustic and romantic old farm-house half-hidden by fragrant honeysuckles and roses. Why not come out where you can enjoy life and be your own boss, no alarm clocks to wake you—just the singing of birds—where you can enjoy the sunshine and fresh air and live off the fat of the land."
The old fellow read the ad through once and then read it again. Then he said, "Gosh-a-mighty—that must be my place—
Ruel C. White Hails
Next week everyone connected with the Stromberg publications will be on vacation. You will receive a SENTINEL, but it will not carry its usual features. We recommend that you read the story about things of interest one may see in his own county we have not yet read it so perhaps we will hear of something new right in our own backyard, so to speak.
We plan to spend the week in that backyard, where one may rest in a glider, gaze off up county over the rim of Parr's Ridge to the lovely peak of Sugar Loaf, or drop one's eyes and gaze down the row of zinnias, now in full bloom beside the garden path.
It was the remark of a friend, whose home is a city apartment, that opened our eyes to the delights of a vacation at home, several years ago. "How can you want to leave your delightful, cool, comfortable place to come to this?" she asked as she looked around the rather cramped room we were occupying. It is well to see things through another's eyes sometimes.
We always liked the tale told on her radio program by that incomparable "Mirandy of Persimmon Holler." It is an old story about a farmer who tired of his work, thought he slaved from morning to night, never got to go places, had no money—who said "Plague take it all. I'm going to get off this old place, move to town and take life easy." So he put his farm in the hands of a smart, young, real estate dealer who advertised it in the next Sunday's paper.
The ad ran like this: "For Sale - Beautiful farm home. 40 acres of rich bottom land with 10 acres of virgin timber on picturesque hillside. A crystal-clear stream runs across the property, with rustic and romantic old farm-house half-hidden by fragrant honeysuckles and roses. Why not come out where you can enjoy life and be your own boss, no alarm clocks to wake you—just the singing of birds—where you can enjoy the sunshine and fresh air and live off the fat of the land."
The old fellow read the ad through once and then read it again. Then he said, "Gosh-a-mighty—that must be my place—
What sub-type of article is it?
Social Reform
What keywords are associated?
Vacation At Home
Montgomery County
Rural Delights
Farmer Anecdote
What entities or persons were involved?
Mirandy Of Persimmon Holler
Stromberg Publications
Editorial Details
Primary Topic
Appreciating Vacation At Home
Stance / Tone
Positive And Reflective
Key Figures
Mirandy Of Persimmon Holler
Stromberg Publications
Key Arguments
Vacation At Home Allows Rest And Appreciation Of Local Scenery Like Parr's Ridge And Sugar Loaf
A Friend's Comment Highlights Delights Of Rural Home Over City
Farmer's Ad Reveals Unrecognized Beauty Of His Own Farm