February 5, 1975 (8 pages)

2 The Nevada California Country. ) "Rou Ss THE OIL LAMPLIGHTER There were well over 50,000 gas lights in San Francisco in the 1880s and every evening, win summer, Sundays and holidays, precisely half an hour after sunset, someone would turn them on, one by one. And every morning, exactly half an hour before sunrise, he would turn each one off again. The lamplighter’s time schedule was as exacting and as precise as a railroad engineer’s. Twice a day, every day, he cathe q to work at a slightly different time. And if he was to start at 6:09 a.m., the boss didn’t mean 6:10. He followed exactly the same route every morning as he had followed the night before and extinguished the lamps in the same order they were lit so they would all burn the same amount of gas. The tool of his trade was a light and handy wood pole about five and a half feet long. The metal lamp fixed on the end was a local invention, designed to Lower bicycle fataliti A . two-year California Highway Patrol campaign to reverse a bicycle accident uptrend resulted in lower fatalities both in 1974 and 1973 despite a huge increase in the number of bikes on the road. Commissioner Dan Lanza said California bike deaths totaled a provisional 108 last year, down 10 from 1973 and 20 less than 1972. Injuries dropped two percent in 1973, and last year held virtually even. The bicycle population grew by an estimated one million during each of these County Nugget, Wed NEVADA COUNTY NUGGET .301 Broad Street Nevada City, Ca. es 95959 Telephone 265-2559 PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY BY NEVADA COUNTY PUBLISHING CO. Second class postage paid at Nevada City, California. Adjudicated a legal newspaper of general circulation by the Nevada County Superior Court, June 3, 1960. Decree No. 12,406. , _ Subscription Rates: — One Year . $3.00 ] Two Yeors . $5.00 Member of CALIFORNIA NEWSPAPERPUBLISHERS ASSOCIATION rs Chinatown. With an experienced thrust the lamplighter stuck his pole up through the top of the lamp, twisted a little knob and lit the lamp. His work was much less harried and jostled in the mornings. Few people moved about before the sun rose. Mornings gave him time to wash and polish the glass panes and to replace the ones that were broken. A proud, golden eagle perched atop the lamp posts and proved an irresistable target for small boys with bad aims. In some sections of the city 100 panes a month were broken on a, single lamp. At night, the lamplighter hadto dodge in and out of the crowds of people hurrying home in the darkening ‘twilight. Still; he was usually able to complete the ten-mile route in little more than an hour. For the light and comfort he brought to the streets of the city, the lamplighter was paid only $40 a month. in °74 years, “greatly increasing the accident potential.” In 1972, bike injuries and deaths virtually doubled the figures of just three years earlier. The CHP estimated that continuation of the trend would have produced another 30 percent jump in 1973. Lanza said a new enforcement program and _§ increased elementary level education were initiated in late 1972 to halt the trend. “Bicycle citations jumped 499 percent — to a total of 37,772 — in 1973, and youngsters under 15 became subject. to an informal citation which resulted in a cautioning letter to parents. “These programs, coupled with the additional education, held 1973 fatal and irijury bicycle accidents below the 1972 count and nearly 25 percent below the trend prediction made a year earlier,”’ Lanza said. The difference was ‘even more pronounced in CHP Areas,’”’ Lanza pointed out. “While 1973 accidents declined 10 percent on CHP-patrolled roadways, they increased 1% percent on city streets. Where CHP enforcement stress was greatest, in the San Francisco Bay and Los Angeles areas, accidents dropped more than 16 percent.” Ge About two-thirds of the riders killed or injured in 1973 were 14 or under. In 1969, . younger riders made up fourfifths of the casualties, “pointing up the increase in accidents involving older riders.” « », Feb. 5, 1975 Last night there were two raccoons ambling around our front lawn in. the rain hunting something to eat. We have a hardshell pecan tree growing in the lawn and just let the nuts fall where they will. The coons really must be hungry to crack and shell those tiny morsels of nut meats. They are tasty though and when I was a kid we were thrilled to get them. The lovely pecan nuts we have today had not even been developed then. My San Diego Zoo book informs me that the raccoon is a cousin to the coatimundis, the kinkajou, and the pandas. The kinkajou surprises me. I thought they were members of the monkey family. The panda will always be a bear to me. My book also says the word panda is a contraction of two Nepalese words meaning bamboo-eater. Amazing thing this wonderful world we live in! Perhaps. the family trait of being a vegetarian explains the raccoons eating nuts. Their usual food includes mice, small birds, eggs, insects, fruit, nuts, crustaceans, clams and even stolen chickens. Speaking of food, and I promise this is the last time I will mention them, have you tried the cottage cheese pancakes yet? For dieters who like pancakes they are ideal. Three cakes make a nice-serving and are only 163 calories plus a little jam or syrup. Each serving contains one egg, one-fourth cup cottage cheese, one tablespoon wheat flour, and salt to taste. The ~ recipe called for cooking at 375 degrees but they brown beautifully at 425 degrees. Be sure and attend the hearing next Thursday, because if gasoline keeps going up we will really need a bus system in Nevada county. ’ Bill SB325, for development of all transportation systems, was aimed at building connecting systems throughout the state to help save our air. These systems would be supported by taxes just as our roads are today. We don’t want our beautiful north country covered with cement as the southland already is. With population still increasing and cars already overflowing the roads, we must have common carriers and ride by the dozen or so. There is much criticism of tax support for such a system. Yet every time you or I turn our car wheels on to a public road we are supported by tax-money, federal, state, and local. More roads--would cost at least as much as a connecting system would. The driver who pays gasoline tax need not feel superior to the person who pays a transportation system fare. They both must have tax support to make it. It is just good sense to work together. Otherwise we couldn’t drive beyond our own driveways. Rails are impractical in our area so the general desire seems to be.a bus system for the area. “Dial a taxi” (or bus) might be a worthwhile accessory necessary to provide an adequate common transportation system. There are already a couple of small bus-type carriers in the area. They work very well and carry about a dozen riders. Grass Valley’s little old Gold Country Bus carried something over 1,800 passengers last month. That means 1,800 less cars polluting the air. Smog is already reaching out from the crowded urban areas and killing all the trees in its path. Smog from Los Angeles has reached Death Valley. There is even concern about the oldest thing on earth, the Bristle Cone Pines near Mt. Whitney. Driving together might save The farm , which are not only my work but my recreation, have been increasing at an alarming rate this last week. Just ordered two more tons of hay at $90 per. Seems like everytime I go to the barn I find something new. Last Thursday the first twins arrived. They were followed up on Saturday with a single. I have gotten so confused. Yesterday when I went down to check found a baby crying its eyes out in Josephine’s pen. She looked as big as a mother , -expecting twins would but I thought well you gh and Ready News By Fay Dunbar silly thing if you won’t feed that new baby I shall have to make you. I proceeded to hold her and attach the baby at the proper place. The baby nursed enthusiastically but.didn’t seem to get full. Josephone looked at me with bug hurt eyes. Then I went next door and found one of the twins missing. You guessed it. Josephine tried to cooperate. There just wasn’t any milk yet. Somehow I sensed a look of pity in her eyes for my stupidity. = Twenty-three of our friends and neighbors are ‘visiting in Hawaii. The Nevada County Travel Club left last Saturday for a two-week holiday in our beautiful islands. It is ironic that they should be having excessive rain there while we are having our own terrific storm. Last Friday there was five inches of rain on the golf course on Oahu. The tournament was rained out while I was watching on Saturday. Rain doesn’t seem to stop anything in Hawaii. The warm trade winds dry your clothes instantly. The golfers were playing in shirt sleeves and returned to their game when the shower was over. That particular section has an annual rainfall of only 15-inches. Our travelers were stopping on Oahu at about the time of the shower but they were scheduled to go on to the big island (Hawaii). We particularly enjoy the big island. The Kona Coast is rugged and beautiful. It was on the Hilo side that we encountered our only rain. We saved Queen Lileiokalani Park for our last dayand had to see it thorough the raindrops. Orchids are beautiful in the rain. The flowers that impressed me most on the Island of Hawaii were the anthuriums. They grow everywhere they can find a little protection from the sun. They plant fern trees to protect them in the fields. It is a sight to see the patent leather red among the feathery green. We probably were there at the peak of blooming. Two others I thought most beautiful were the torch lilies which I suspect are a form of calla lily, and the Queen Lileiokalani flower. It looked like a tremendously overgrown nerene lily to me and was gorgeous. Hope our neighbors have as good a time as my aunt and I did. My flowers at the moment consist of two hyacinths, an angelwing begonia, a Christmas cactus, and some African violets. They are all pretty shabby so I must get my daily eee of beauty from Nevada county. S. Another plus of our Hawaiian vacation a year ago is a new appreciation of drums. All our marvelous drummers of these past years left very little impression on me. The seven tribal villages and the excellent tribal programs of the Polynesian Cultural Center at the Mormon School og the island of Oahu really did. As we went through the villages and saw their different cultures and then again in the evening at the well-staged program presentation of the seven cultures, you felt their differences in their drum beat. True Hawaiian background is one of slow beauty and grace and their drum beat is slow and beautiful. Whereas the Tahitian is the other end of the scale. It is wild and extreme. The dancers really throw and shake their hips in a manner almost unbelievable. The drum beat is just that wild. Each Polynesian tribe has its own special unmistakable beat. I really had not realized that a drum could tell so much. Our Western Gateway Park District is hard at work. Their formative plans call for a kind of center. It will be in the high flat area inside the park by Squirrel Creek. There will be a parking area, the Buttermaker’s Cottage Museum, hopefully a barn with early day vehicles and farming artifacts, and a caretaker’s cottage. One of the directors of the park district, Gene Walter, has been vacationing in New Zealand. They will be home soon now.

2 The Nevada California Country. ) "Rou Ss THE OIL LAMPLIGHTER There were well over 50,000 gas lights in San Francisco in the 1880s and every evening, win summer, Sundays and holidays, precisely half an hour after sunset, someone would turn them on, one by one. And every morning, exactly half an hour before sunrise, he would turn each one off again. The lamplighter’s time schedule was as exacting and as precise as a railroad engineer’s. Twice a day, every day, he cathe q to work at a slightly different time. And if he was to start at 6:09 a.m., the boss didn’t mean 6:10. He followed exactly the same route every morning as he had followed the night before and extinguished the lamps in the same order they were lit so they would all burn the same amount of gas. The tool of his trade was a light and handy wood pole about five and a half feet long. The metal lamp fixed on the end was a local invention, designed to Lower bicycle fataliti A . two-year California Highway Patrol campaign to reverse a bicycle accident uptrend resulted in lower fatalities both in 1974 and 1973 despite a huge increase in the number of bikes on the road. Commissioner Dan Lanza said California bike deaths totaled a provisional 108 last year, down 10 from 1973 and 20 less than 1972. Injuries dropped two percent in 1973, and last year held virtually even. The bicycle population grew by an estimated one million during each of these County Nugget, Wed NEVADA COUNTY NUGGET .301 Broad Street Nevada City, Ca. es 95959 Telephone 265-2559 PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY BY NEVADA COUNTY PUBLISHING CO. Second class postage paid at Nevada City, California. Adjudicated a legal newspaper of general circulation by the Nevada County Superior Court, June 3, 1960. Decree No. 12,406. , _ Subscription Rates: — One Year .. $3.00 ] Two Yeors .. $5.00 Member of CALIFORNIA NEWSPAPERPUBLISHERS ASSOCIATION rs Chinatown. With an experienced thrust the lamplighter stuck his pole up through the top of the lamp, twisted a little knob and lit the lamp. His work was much less harried and jostled in the mornings. Few people moved about before the sun rose. Mornings gave him time to wash and polish the glass panes and to replace the ones that were broken. A proud, golden eagle perched atop the lamp posts and proved an irresistable target for small boys with bad aims. In some sections of the city 100 panes a month were broken on a, single lamp. At night, the lamplighter hadto dodge in and out of the crowds of people hurrying home in the darkening ‘twilight. Still; he was usually able to complete the ten-mile route in little more than an hour. For the light and comfort he brought to the streets of the city, the lamplighter was paid only $40 a month. in °74 years, “greatly increasing the accident potential.” In 1972, bike injuries and deaths virtually doubled the figures of just three years earlier. The CHP estimated that continuation of the trend would have produced another 30 percent jump in 1973. Lanza said a new enforcement program and _§ increased elementary level education were initiated in late 1972 to halt the trend. “Bicycle citations jumped 499 percent — to a total of 37,772 — in 1973, and youngsters under 15 became subject. to an informal citation which resulted in a cautioning letter to parents. “These programs, coupled with the additional education, held 1973 fatal and irijury bicycle accidents below the 1972 count and nearly 25 percent below the trend prediction made a year earlier,”’ Lanza said. The difference was ‘even more pronounced in CHP Areas,’”’ Lanza pointed out. “While 1973 accidents declined 10 percent on CHP-patrolled roadways, they increased 1% percent on city streets. Where CHP enforcement stress was greatest, in the San Francisco Bay and Los Angeles areas, accidents dropped more than 16 percent.” Ge About two-thirds of the riders killed or injured in 1973 were 14 or under. In 1969, . younger riders made up fourfifths of the casualties, “pointing up the increase in accidents involving older riders.” « », Feb. 5, 1975 Last night there were two raccoons ambling around our front lawn in. the rain hunting something to eat. We have a hardshell pecan tree growing in the lawn and just let the nuts fall where they will. The coons really must be hungry to crack and shell those tiny morsels of nut meats. They are tasty though and when I was a kid we were thrilled to get them. The lovely pecan nuts we have today had not even

been developed then. My San Diego Zoo book informs me that the raccoon is a cousin to the coatimundis, the kinkajou, and the pandas. The kinkajou surprises me. I thought they were members of the monkey family. The panda will always be a bear to me. My book also says the word panda is a contraction of two Nepalese words meaning bamboo-eater. Amazing thing this wonderful world we live in! Perhaps. the family trait of being a vegetarian explains the raccoons eating nuts. Their usual food includes mice, small birds, eggs, insects, fruit, nuts, crustaceans, clams and even stolen chickens. Speaking of food, and I promise this is the last time I will mention them, have you tried the cottage cheese pancakes yet? For dieters who like pancakes they are ideal. Three cakes make a nice-serving and are only 163 calories plus a little jam or syrup. Each serving contains one egg, one-fourth cup cottage cheese, one tablespoon wheat flour, and salt to taste. The ~ recipe called for cooking at 375 degrees but they brown beautifully at 425 degrees. Be sure and attend the hearing next Thursday, because if gasoline keeps going up we will really need a bus system in Nevada county. ’ Bill SB325, for development of all transportation systems, was aimed at building connecting systems throughout the state to help save our air. These systems would be supported by taxes just as our roads are today. We don’t want our beautiful north country covered with cement as the southland already is. With population still increasing and cars already overflowing the roads, we must have common carriers and ride by the dozen or so. There is much criticism of tax support for such a system. Yet every time you or I turn our car wheels on to a public road we are supported by tax-money, federal, state, and local. More roads--would cost at least as much as a connecting system would. The driver who pays gasoline tax need not feel superior to the person who pays a transportation system fare. They both must have tax support to make it. It is just good sense to work together. Otherwise we couldn’t drive beyond our own driveways. Rails are impractical in our area so the general desire seems to be.a bus system for the area. “Dial a taxi” (or bus) might be a worthwhile accessory necessary to provide an adequate common transportation system. There are already a couple of small bus-type carriers in the area. They work very well and carry about a dozen riders. Grass Valley’s little old Gold Country Bus carried something over 1,800 passengers last month. That means 1,800 less cars polluting the air. Smog is already reaching out from the crowded urban areas and killing all the trees in its path. Smog from Los Angeles has reached Death Valley. There is even concern about the oldest thing on earth, the Bristle Cone Pines near Mt. Whitney. Driving together might save The farm , which are not only my work but my recreation, have been increasing at an alarming rate this last week. Just ordered two more tons of hay at $90 per. Seems like everytime I go to the barn I find something new. Last Thursday the first twins arrived. They were followed up on Saturday with a single. I have gotten so confused. Yesterday when I went down to check found a baby crying its eyes out in Josephine’s pen. She looked as big as a mother , -expecting twins would but I thought well you gh and Ready News By Fay Dunbar silly thing if you won’t feed that new baby I shall have to make you. I proceeded to hold her and attach the baby at the proper place. The baby nursed enthusiastically but.didn’t seem to get full. Josephone looked at me with bug hurt eyes. Then I went next door and found one of the twins missing. You guessed it. Josephine tried to cooperate. There just wasn’t any milk yet. Somehow I sensed a look of pity in her eyes for my stupidity. = Twenty-three of our friends and neighbors are ‘visiting in Hawaii. The Nevada County Travel Club left last Saturday for a two-week holiday in our beautiful islands. It is ironic that they should be having excessive rain there while we are having our own terrific storm. Last Friday there was five inches of rain on the golf course on Oahu. The tournament was rained out while I was watching on Saturday. Rain doesn’t seem to stop anything in Hawaii. The warm trade winds dry your clothes instantly. The golfers were playing in shirt sleeves and returned to their game when the shower was over. That particular section has an annual rainfall of only 15-inches. Our travelers were stopping on Oahu at about the time of the shower but they were scheduled to go on to the big island (Hawaii). We particularly enjoy the big island. The Kona Coast is rugged and beautiful. It was on the Hilo side that we encountered our only rain. We saved Queen Lileiokalani Park for our last dayand had to see it thorough the raindrops. Orchids are beautiful in the rain. The flowers that impressed me most on the Island of Hawaii were the anthuriums. They grow everywhere they can find a little protection from the sun. They plant fern trees to protect them in the fields. It is a sight to see the patent leather red among the feathery green. We probably were there at the peak of blooming. Two others I thought most beautiful were the torch lilies which I suspect are a form of calla lily, and the Queen Lileiokalani flower. It looked like a tremendously overgrown nerene lily to me and was gorgeous. Hope our neighbors have as good a time as my aunt and I did. My flowers at the moment consist of two hyacinths, an angelwing begonia, a Christmas cactus, and some African violets. They are all pretty shabby so I must get my daily eee of beauty from Nevada county. S. Another plus of our Hawaiian vacation a year ago is a new appreciation of drums. All our marvelous drummers of these past years left very little impression on me. The seven tribal villages and the excellent tribal programs of the Polynesian Cultural Center at the Mormon School og the island of Oahu really did. As we went through the villages and saw their different cultures and then again in the evening at the well-staged program presentation of the seven cultures, you felt their differences in their drum beat. True Hawaiian background is one of slow beauty and grace and their drum beat is slow and beautiful. Whereas the Tahitian is the other end of the scale. It is wild and extreme. The dancers really throw and shake their hips in a manner almost unbelievable. The drum beat is just that wild. Each Polynesian tribe has its own special unmistakable beat. I really had not realized that a drum could tell so much. Our Western Gateway Park District is hard at work. Their formative plans call for a kind of center. It will be in the high flat area inside the park by Squirrel Creek. There will be a parking area, the Buttermaker’s Cottage Museum, hopefully a barn with early day vehicles and farming artifacts, and a caretaker’s cottage. One of the directors of the park district, Gene Walter, has been vacationing in New Zealand. They will be home soon now.