With respect to the recent letters to the editor relating to horse manure, I wonder if residents complaining about horse manure realize what solid gold they are talking about. I often think of my mother telling me of my grandmother, who lived in a small English row house, watching at the window for the horse drawn milk cart to round the corner onto her street. Both she and a neighbour hoped for a lovely deposit of fresh horse manure to add to their vegetable gardens. It was apparently quite a race to see who might get there first and claim the prize.
Ellen Guttormson
Sidney