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Fires of Spring
Drift from a Driftless Place
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JOHN GIBBS finished up his western adventures at a Farm-n-Fleet in Las Vegas, browsing the hat section. He'd been on the lookout for a good cowboy hat, and no surprise, he found his dream chapeau in the Wild, Wild West.

GAYS MILLS - My name is John and I like to burn things. Before you call the authorities, hear me out. I usually burn things legally and, for the most part, safely. I think the technical term for my fascination with fire is pyromania, or maybe that describes a problem burner, I’m not sure. Anyway, I have always been attracted to fire when it’s used in  friendly ways, such as grilling, boiling maple syrup, making charcoal, blacksmithing, sitting around a campfire, using a burn barrel for burnable trash, and controlled burns on land.

Spring is the season for fires, controlled fires, that is. It’s a rite of spring here in the Midwest to burn off dead grass in ditches, fence lines, and little corners of property that get overgrown during the previous lush summers. Fire is a great cleanup tool and a dramatic way to wipe the slate  clean and make way for new growth. It may also help keep dreaded ticks in check.

Plus something about fire seems to actually feed the plants, something in that ash, and they always spring back greener than you remember them being. The bright green that fire produces, after seeing the brown (or white) landscape all winter, accentuates the power of fire. 

So I got my fire permit, good for one year, and did a little burning last week. After a couple of attempts, I found the fire fuel, old grass and weeds, to be too damp to really burn well. A couple of warm days with plenty of drying wind solved that problem and I had a couple of successful burns later in the week.  

Among other things, I’m trying to get ahead of a weed problem in a small field along the road. We have an infestation of spotted knapweed which offers a rather pretty pink “wildflower” but is also very aggressive plant. It is an alien and invasive plant and tends to take over. It’s not much good for grazing and is very competitive. We were charmed at first with the pretty field of pink “wildflowers” and now need to take control. “One year’s weeds means seven years’ of seeds” an old rural adage goes, and there were plenty of weed seeds produced last year. Burning is supposed to be a good control for this weed and hopefully the fire killed off many thousands of the seeds that were lying on the surface.

I keep a burn  pile on our place. Blown down tree limbs, scrap lumber (unpainted and not treated) garden refuse, and weeds, all go on the pile until it’s big enough to warrant burning. The burn pile is handy and saves a lot of stuff from going into a landfill.  

Brush piles are also good to burn this time of year. Stuff that’s been cut since last fall or summer, is well dried but somewhat awkward to handle. I start a fire in an open area and then feed it with brush, usually after cutting it up with a lopper or chain saw. It’s a good way to clean up wooded or rough areas before green-up.

If you decide to burn this spring, be safe, enjoy it, and follow the rules on your burning permit.
Mice paddling a canoe?
Random Thoughts, August 3
Mice paddling a canoe
This is a reproduction of a Huppler card drawing, done with tiny black dots. He gave it to me in 1961 when he was living in Muscoda with his father.

MUSCODA - Probably few folks in this village remember when mice in Muscoda paddled canoes and/or drove a Hudson roadster automobile. Don’t worry, the little rodents existed only in the mind of a Muscoda native and artist, Dudley Huppler.

         Huppler was born in Muscoda August 8, 1917. He attended high school in Muscoda where he developed a life-long interest in reading. He then enrolled in the University of Wisconsin-Madison, receiving  bachelor’s and master’s degrees.

         He first worked for the WPA, a make-work federal program during the Great Depression when jobs were scarce. He later returned to the U.W. as a teaching assistant.

         Through the years he made frequent visits to Muscoda to visit his family who operated a meat market here. I interviewed Dudley in September, 1961. By then he was an international traveler with many connections throughout the art world. He also spent time teaching at the University of Minnesota and had studios in Santa Monica, California and New York City

         As an artist Dudley developed a system of tiny black dots to portray mice and other characters. He used the method in children’s books and on sets of cards that he marketed in New York City and small places like Ed’s Store and Ruth’s Dress Shop in Muscoda.

         One of his books has characters who lived in “Mouscoda”  during the 1920s, including a young girl who is given a croquet set and struggles to learn the game. 00

         His books for children are not among the collection at the Muscoda Public Library. However there is a book on local shelves that chronicles Huppler’s life and accomplishments.

         His life ended in August, 1988 in Boulder, Colorado. By that time he estimated he had created more than 38,000 drawing and paintings.