DOGWOOD ACRES, 3/17/08, ELANE CRUM
Hello friends. Time changes things and Rick Crum’s quiet time ended as my voice began returning late in the week. Several sleep-filled days and a trip to the Dr. for antibiotic finally brought me back to almost normal.
My woes seem rather insignificant when I think of those who lost their loved ones last week. Rick went to visitation for Bill Casey on Monday evening and on Wednesday, we went to Maxine Clark’s funeral. We sat behind Rick’s cousins, Paul and Hazel Spurgeon, but I couldn’t talk above a whisper. They have been busy on their farm at Miller and we don’t see them often enough.
Friday afternoon we went to the graveside service for Bessie Casey at Snapps’ Ozark Memorial Park. Later several family members went to the home of Leon and Connie Hammond where they spent time looking through old pictures. Mary Kim’s husband had brought a box full of family pictures many of which were so old that none of the younger generation had a clue to their identity. Nona Casey Norwine joined the group and was able to identify many of the older pictures of people and places. If pictures could only speak, what stories they could tell.
White Bass were making a run in Beaver Creek last week and Rick was able to get into those a couple of times. The first evening he fished with Harry Coleman and Jess Lawrence. I think Rick brought home four big ones but he said Harry really whomped it on ‘em, reminding them of how my dad would fish. While others would be fishing in vain, Daddy would always be reeling them in.
The next day he went out in the boat with Harvey Westfall. I think he brought in one that day, but it sure was good.
I kept a skillet on the stove all week and don’t think anything ever tasted as good as those big thick bass filets. We may not get any more as Rick thinks the rain that is coming in could spoil the White Bass run.
As I went to work Saturday morning, Bull Creek bridge on F Hwy was a hot spot for Sucker grabbers. There must have been a couple of dozen fishermen pulling them in. I’m sure there were some fish stories to be told that day.
Late in the week I got over to see Linda Groves for a much-needed haircut. She was cooking a pot of beans seasoned with bacon to take to Newt & Billie for supper. Billie is feeling much better now after the fall a couple of months back that left her with a bone fracture and kept her in bed for weeks. Linda said she was able to walk into the beauty shop last week. Of course, the new hairdo also lifted her spirits.
We had Sunday dinner with Rick and Judi Horner at their home on DD Hwy. They just recently moved in and are still getting settled but have put up a fence for the dogs and done a lot of painting. Joe and Nadine, Jack, Donna and girls, Kelly and Gus were all there too and the table was spread like a Thanksgiving Dinner. Judi baked a big turkey with dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy; Nadine baked hot rolls, Donna made a pineapple-upside down cake and there was just way more food than could be eaten at one time. Not that we didn’t try, of course!
Before and after dinner the men were kept busy putting up a new storage shed. It was a project with challenges but with a little “tweaking” here and there, I think they got it done.
Dakota and Andrew were with Grandpa Bill and Grandma Christie this weekend. Christie said they were out hiking in the woods and tried to find their way to our house but Rick said he never saw them. It’s quite a hike over a couple of ridges and up and down a holler or two.
Here it is the middle of March, the sunny faces of Daffodils are popping up all over the place and my Forsythia has burst into bloom. The Forsythia was blooming last year when Daddy passed away on March 15. Nothing seems brighter than those tiny yellow flowers that create such a splash of color against the brown leaves and everything else that still speaks of winter. I guess that shall be a reminder of the many ways that Daddy brightened our lives. Today his cousin Roy Dean might say something like this, “Cliff is probably out fishing everyone else as he reels in those White Bass from The River of Life”. Bye for now.
Hello friends. Time changes things and Rick Crum’s quiet time ended as my voice began returning late in the week. Several sleep-filled days and a trip to the Dr. for antibiotic finally brought me back to almost normal.
My woes seem rather insignificant when I think of those who lost their loved ones last week. Rick went to visitation for Bill Casey on Monday evening and on Wednesday, we went to Maxine Clark’s funeral. We sat behind Rick’s cousins, Paul and Hazel Spurgeon, but I couldn’t talk above a whisper. They have been busy on their farm at Miller and we don’t see them often enough.
Friday afternoon we went to the graveside service for Bessie Casey at Snapps’ Ozark Memorial Park. Later several family members went to the home of Leon and Connie Hammond where they spent time looking through old pictures. Mary Kim’s husband had brought a box full of family pictures many of which were so old that none of the younger generation had a clue to their identity. Nona Casey Norwine joined the group and was able to identify many of the older pictures of people and places. If pictures could only speak, what stories they could tell.
White Bass were making a run in Beaver Creek last week and Rick was able to get into those a couple of times. The first evening he fished with Harry Coleman and Jess Lawrence. I think Rick brought home four big ones but he said Harry really whomped it on ‘em, reminding them of how my dad would fish. While others would be fishing in vain, Daddy would always be reeling them in.
The next day he went out in the boat with Harvey Westfall. I think he brought in one that day, but it sure was good.
I kept a skillet on the stove all week and don’t think anything ever tasted as good as those big thick bass filets. We may not get any more as Rick thinks the rain that is coming in could spoil the White Bass run.
As I went to work Saturday morning, Bull Creek bridge on F Hwy was a hot spot for Sucker grabbers. There must have been a couple of dozen fishermen pulling them in. I’m sure there were some fish stories to be told that day.
Late in the week I got over to see Linda Groves for a much-needed haircut. She was cooking a pot of beans seasoned with bacon to take to Newt & Billie for supper. Billie is feeling much better now after the fall a couple of months back that left her with a bone fracture and kept her in bed for weeks. Linda said she was able to walk into the beauty shop last week. Of course, the new hairdo also lifted her spirits.
We had Sunday dinner with Rick and Judi Horner at their home on DD Hwy. They just recently moved in and are still getting settled but have put up a fence for the dogs and done a lot of painting. Joe and Nadine, Jack, Donna and girls, Kelly and Gus were all there too and the table was spread like a Thanksgiving Dinner. Judi baked a big turkey with dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy; Nadine baked hot rolls, Donna made a pineapple-upside down cake and there was just way more food than could be eaten at one time. Not that we didn’t try, of course!
Before and after dinner the men were kept busy putting up a new storage shed. It was a project with challenges but with a little “tweaking” here and there, I think they got it done.
Dakota and Andrew were with Grandpa Bill and Grandma Christie this weekend. Christie said they were out hiking in the woods and tried to find their way to our house but Rick said he never saw them. It’s quite a hike over a couple of ridges and up and down a holler or two.
Here it is the middle of March, the sunny faces of Daffodils are popping up all over the place and my Forsythia has burst into bloom. The Forsythia was blooming last year when Daddy passed away on March 15. Nothing seems brighter than those tiny yellow flowers that create such a splash of color against the brown leaves and everything else that still speaks of winter. I guess that shall be a reminder of the many ways that Daddy brightened our lives. Today his cousin Roy Dean might say something like this, “Cliff is probably out fishing everyone else as he reels in those White Bass from The River of Life”. Bye for now.
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