This post is part of a series of editorials written by Bert Walsh during his tenure as president and past president of the Shasta Historical Society. Readers are advised that his humor is often irreverent and rarely politically correct.
Click here for the table of contents for the entire collection of his editorials.
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Once upon a time there were lots of ways to keep the kids and us amused on Saturdays. There were Nubian goat shows, sheep dog trials, flea markets, shooting at tin cans, gold panning, berry picking and for the ultimate in sophistication, we would hang out at the new downtown mall.
Eventually we hit on Historical Society meetings and they were great. These funky old guys would sit around contradicting each other about some obscure place or event and later on they would all gang up and start interrupting the speaker. They put on a great show. Meanwhile, these sweet ladies would make sure everyone got enough cake and would stuff cookies into the kids' pockets. This was hog heaven. We never missed a meeting. Eventually, out of guilt, we started paying dues and volunteering. We had been conned by the great yarns those old guys told and by the homemade refreshments.
Guess the point to be made here is that attending our programs is a lot more fun than your average goat show. Several of our members are quite witty and entertaining. And one should not be intimidated by not knowing much about area history. Just contradict any statement made. The odds are even that you will be correct and soon you will achieve recognition and stature as an authority.
--BTW
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