DOGWOOD ACRES, 02/18/11, ELANE CRUM
Hello friends. Do stormy nights keep you awake? I usually stay up as late as possible on storm watch, but Sunday night Rick had just called his mom when lightning began to flash. I unplugged the computer and TV and encouraged him to get off the phone as it is susceptible to lightning strikes. It did not take him long to tell Mom good bye, then he went downstairs to turn off our well pump. That is our general storm routine, the only thing missing this time was a trip to the basement as things leveled out and we went to sleep.
Rick and Jeff Dalton went to Branson today and came home across Goodnight Hollow slab. Jeff pointed out a driveway near Bull Creek where he and Daddy had gone grabbing for Hog Suckers. He told Rick that Daddy said the man who lived down there really liked Hog Suckers and allowed them to go through his gate to the creek. I know it must have been Charlie Glover. Grabbin’ had to have been good that day as Jeff said they must have given him 40 Suckers on their way out. Charlie was a good friend.
Spring fever is moving among us. Walking the dogs this evening I stopped to take a good long look at our Forsythia bush. There are tiny green leaf tips pushing out all over, but no yellow in sight. Bill and Christie transplanted some wild blackberry vines Saturday. That will be a nice addition to the fruit orchard and perhaps attract another bear or two into the neighborhood. Ron Bilyeu, who lives on the banks of Bull Creek, spotted Witch Hazel blooms a couple of weeks ago. Witch Hazel is typically a winter bloomer, but still encourages us to think that spring is on its way.
On Sunday afternoon I went through a trunk containing old pictures, letters and family Bibles. Not the first time I had seen these things, but I read everything as though it were. Loved going through the pages of Granny’s Bible just to see what pictures and funeral notices were tucked away. Also found an old faded picture of barrels scattered across the ground. On the back it said “Moonshine Distill destroyed by the law on Pine Ridge, 1924”. I don’t know where it was or any more about it.
I found page 2 of a typewritten letter from unknown person with three interesting stories on it. Here is a good one about rabbit trapping. “Do you remember what trappers that us boys in my family use to be; As the youngest boy got old enough he would be given some rabbit traps of his own, Rabbit meat was about all the fresh meat that we would get at winter time; My Brother Bill became old enough to have traps so he took them out and set them in Rabbit holes. The first morning that he went to check his traps he came back with a Rabbit’s foot, second and third morning he had a foot each time. But on the fourth day he had caught the rabbit and it had three feet missing!” That story was at the bottom of page, so if there was more it was on page three which I do not have.
Later in the day I made a digital Facebook album with pictures of Mother’s family back in the day when young people gathered around the Oak Ridge Store for soda pop and fellowship. It was a good day filled with shared memories.
This is the last week for Erin’s basketball games at the Taneyville Tournament. Last week we were at the last night of the Plainview Tournament. There was a packed out gym as parents and grandparents turned out in full force. I was surprised to see one of my Forsyth classmates, Carol Ingenthron Lee. She and Ken had come to watch their twin granddaughters who played on the Mark Twain team. Forty-four years ago Carol and I graduated from high school. Oh my Word!! Where have the years gone? Bye for now.
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