February 22nd, 2021 Years ago, a black wreath on the door meant there had been a death in the household. My mother would send me with some ham and baked goods. I would also go to the neighbors to collect money. These were farmer’s wives who would give ten cents from their small grocery money. […]
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February 22nd, 2021 This was always a very important day. Before combines, the wheat was cut with a binder. The machine took several bundles, tied them with twine. A tractor pulled the binder. I rode the binder, counted about 6 bundles then lifted my foot. The bundles laid in the field to dry. Later our […]
February 22nd, 2021 Years ago, no farmers posted their property with “Keep Out” signs. Our neighbors knew their men could hunt deer in our woods and nearby fields. As the years went by, people we did not know hunted through our woods. That is when Dad had Hari bring in the three brown cows from […]
February 22nd, 2021 Opposite our country school was a ditch with steep sides, but in the Spring filled with shallow water maybe three to four inches deep. It was daring to “Jump the Ditch”. If you slipped in and got your shoes and socks wet, you got a “Hot Foot”. You hoped that it dried […]
February 22nd, 2021 We had hot summers years ago before AC. We didn’t even have big fans. Our windows didn’t open very wide. Many a summer night I put a sheet and pillow on my cool linoleum floor. If you picked cherries or tomatoes in the sun all day, you can sleep anywhere. We kids […]
February 22nd, 2021 This was a big event for farm women who never got out much. Our neighborhood farm family was having one. All ages attended. There were 2 nice games we played. Mother was good at both. First the bride- to- be was blindfolded. Different spices were given to her to smell. A woman […]
February 22nd, 2021 Years ago, hoboes walked along the Ridge Road. They traveled alone. Farms were marked where they could get food and a barn was open for them to sleep in the hay. A man would knock on our screen door. When mother answered, they asked for food. She told them to sit under […]
February 22nd, 2021 Every year the drama club put on a 3 act play. Many people came to see it. A new English teacher chose a play that was daring for its day. The cute cheerleader and the star basketball player would exchange a real kiss, instead of a hug. I wanted the part and […]
February 22nd, 2021 Most farming communities had a Grange Hall, where men met who were members. It also was the place to be on Saturday night for their square dances. There was one in Johnson’s Creek. Today the Baptist Church across the road uses it for a fellowship center. All ages came. Parents knew it […]
February 22nd, 2021 I was young when there was the Depression and its aftermath. Farmers lost their farm and everything was auctioned off. Sometimes the auction was after the farmer had died. I asked my mother if I could go to one at the next farm. It was safe and I could walk there. I […]