It seems since our county has been invaded by Yankees; the more they come the higher our taxes go.

We all know a Yankee is someone from the North. For someone who does not know where North is, it starts on the other side of I-20, which is the Mason-Dixon Line to us old-time Fayette county people born on a farm.

House taxes are now higher than the rent used to be for 10 years on a farm with a house and barn and a two-hole outdoor toilet. The excuses and lies they come up with why our taxes are so high is a shame. They should have their mouths washed out with some of Mama's lye soap and not that good smelling kind.

Life did seem a bit different before the Yankees came. It is easier to go to the store for milk than to be swished in the head with a cowtail full of cockle burrs while milking, hoping the cow has not been eating bitterweeds or wild onions.

The washing machine does a better and quicker job than the old black wash pot and battling stick. Where the old clothes line post rotted makes a nice flower bed. Now my sisters don't have to chop cotton and wear chicken feed sack dresses. Don't get me wrong, they did look pretty with rick rack.

We can get milk out of the refrigerator instead of walking all the way to the spring where we put it to keep it cool. The water for our bath is already in the house and we don't have to draw it. We don't have to worry about the rope breaking and dropping the bucket in the well. We don't have to carry the kerosene lamp from room to room.

There is room to eat inside at church now instead of outside like it used to be with the flies which sometimes we couldn't tell cream potatoes from raisin pie.

We don't have to worry anymore about the mule tied on the courthouse square while we shop. We don't have to wait for a fair day to go grocery shopping to keep the barrel of flower and sugar from getting wet in the back of the wagon. When it rains we don't have to hitch the mule to the mailman's car and pull it out of the ditch any more.

There is no more stove wood to cut and no more freezing our back ends while our shins bake and turn red in front of the fireplace.

McDonald's is where the potatoes are now instead of the field down by the pasture where the cows kept getting out.

I could go on and on but my point is, maybe we should get some chickens and sell yard eggs to help pay our taxes, pull our shoes off, wade through the chicken droppings and hug a Yankee for helping improve our county and bringing us better times.

Now that we have so many nice people in our county, let's band together and make it a much better place to live. There is a little secret I would like for you to pass on to your friends and neighbors before the next election. As a sweet old lady used to say - Shut your mouth and tell me some more gossip; let's talk.

Our county which we love and hope to keep a good place to live is slowly being taken over by a law firm for developers. It has made it legal to take old abandoned horse trails we used to travel called county roads. These trails may run under anyone's home. If the county decides to put a facility near our homes they can reclaim old road beds to link them through our property to the site with no compensation or warning. This has just been proven by puppet strings dangling our commissioners. They have just taken a strip of land the size of road right of way from my son which has been abandoned over a hundred years by force with no pay. The family bought it with hard work and paid tax on it since 1936.

Let's clean up our county by cutting the puppets loose and get new ethical commissioners who are not afraid of this law firm.

What is really in it for them? We might be surprised since the morality of our great country is being taken over by dirty pieces of silver and shame.

This firm is involved with the running of so many debts of our county, the only way to truly clean up is with an in-house attorney and the firing of some badly trained department heads by this firm.

I believe there is some good in everyone. If there is any good left in our commissioners they will not hesitate to cut puppet strings and stop discrimination of giving back land to some, such as abandoned road right of way and old voting places etc., then ignoring others. The only ethical thing to do is give back my son's land. This barking dog is not going away. It will linger as a dirty spot in our Republican Party until true justice is served. The backing of this law firm can never outweigh the word of mouth of Fayette County's good people when we select some ethical and decent minded people to lead our county.

Much more than this road right of way seizure of sentimental land from my son's grandfather has been donated to Fayette County from this very farm to improve our county roads. I counted almost 50 families of relatives who have given many miles of road right of way to this county. We feel let down by power and greed of a communist deed. We are counting on thousands of friends to show up and vote at coming elections.

The vote 'em out mystery signs which showed up and worked in commissioner elections seems like a good idea.

Edgar Williams