DOGWOOD ACRES, 06/02/08, ELANE CRUM
Hello friends. Rick and I ate out a couple of times last week; I mean really out. When I got home he was splitting wood to build a fire in the Chimenea that we have placed in Grandma's Flower Garden. I call it that because of the tall purple Iris and Creeping Vinca that I brought from Mother's homeplace in Hurricane Hollow. We have moved a garden bench to that area and find it to be a pleasant place to roast hot dogs when we want to "eat out".
When Kasie was over the other night she remembered playing in the hammock that used to swing between a couple of trees. That seems like a long time ago, but she was just a little girl when we moved back home. I could go to sleep in a hammock in five minutes, but that was before I had to worry about black bears nosing around. If Ken Puchta gets close enough to that bear again, maybe he could put a bell around its neck so we can hear it coming.
We went to see "Noah, The Musical" Thursday night with Mike and Joyce Stenger and Harvey and Sherry Westfall. Since it was an area appreciation show, there were several people there that we knew, but such a large crowd that I'm sure we missed someone. Christie and her family were there, Galen and Joyce Chambers, Galen's parents and Joyce's mom, Ruby Brafford, Jeremy and Stephanie, Carissa and Hunter.
I worked until 5:00 p.m. that day, so Rick rode into town with Harvey and Sherry and they came by my office. Charlotte Barnes thought Harvey was our son, so needless to say, his head was pretty big the rest of the night and he was calling Rick and me Mom and Dad. Remember, Harvey just retired from GE a few months ago, so he felt pretty special.
After church Sunday night we went to Neal and LeaAnn's house to celebrate Ashton's 14th birthday. Papa Bill made homemade ice cream and Erin showed us her pet turtles. The girls had spent Saturday with Uncle Martin and found a little turtle in his driveway so she is building quite a herd of turtles.
Ashton and Erin begin Summer School today; since Ashton is a freshman now, it will be her first day at Bradleyville. I think she is a little nervous about going to a bigger school. After all, there were only eight kids in her eighth grade graduating class at Plainview.
Georgine Cummings has had several good weeks of visiting with three of her brothers, Gifford, Carl and Eugene Boswell. These four siblings are the surviving children of Ralph and Martha Ball Boswell who raised their family of twelve kids in Branson on what is now called Boswell Ave. Georgine said it was two miles to downtown Branson and since neither of her parents drove, they would walk to town for any shopping that was done. To go to church at First Assembly of God on Sundays, they called the taxi which was driven by Mr. Waddell and sometimes by Pearl Spurlock.
Their grandfather, John Boswell, had a farm a little farther out where White Water is now. Long before Georgine was born he owned two businesses in downtown Branson, but they were destroyed in the big fire of 1912. The family has quite a rich history in Branson.
While the three brother were visiting Georgine, she and her son Darrel took them to see the Baldknobbers and Pierce Arrow Shows. After their visit here they all went back to Gifford's home in Chillicothe where Georgine enjoyed eleven days with her brothers. They went to three different churches there to hear some of the family in a singing group called Glory Road Gospel Band. During their time together they went to Thompson, MO, to visit the grave of their great-grandfather, William Boswell, and other Boswell family members also buried there.
I enjoyed my visit with Georgine and tried to imagine walking a dusty trail from Boswell Ave. to my office which is in downtown Branson. Times have changed.
Bye for now.
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