Happy Birthday, Kelly, 2 Days Late!!!
We hope you had a very good birthday and will have many, many more. This is the only year in our lives---yours and mine---- that I will be EXACTLY twice your age. Getting "old...er" is not all bad. Life is a journey with many twists and turns-------some we enjoy, some we do not but each thing we experience makes us the person we are. Without the valleys, the mountain tops would be less meaningful. My advice is to enjoy and appreciate each and every day as they come and remember to count your blessings.
Well, Labor Day has come and gone. School buses have resumed their daily routes. Our days are beginning, ever so slowly, to become shorter and Summer, as we know it with it HOT, STEAMY days, has officially come to a close. We do not have to be reminded that Fall is here. The air feels differently, the leaves on the trees are beginning to rustle in the breeze, soon they will be falling to the ground and our trees will become bare. Our garden has stopped producing the veggies we have enjoyed so much all Summer. (We will continue to have tomatoes and okra until our first frost.)
We have had some nice rains and some very cool temperatures. Today our high has been 67ยบ. When Septembers arrive, my mind travels back to my childhood years. At this time, instead of beginning a new school year, I would be out of school until November. I would have attended 2 months (July and August) and then been free to help harvest the crops that would then be ready---cotton to pick, corn to gather and haul to the barn, peanuts to pull out of the ground, stack in huge stacks until they dried enough to be hauled to the barn. Our meadows were mowed, raked and bailed (square bales) loaded onto the horse- drawn wagon and hauled to the barn. Some years our hay was not bailed. After it was raked, with a pitch fork, we simply threw it (loose hay) up onto a flat bed wagon. We kept throwing until it was piled very high---1o or more feet from the ground, then we would climb up and sit on the hay and drive it to the barn. You guessed, I have done it all!!! Also there were always apples on the apple trees, peaches on the peach trees and we would gather them and either can them or prepare (peel, core and slice) them to dry as they laid out in the sun on top of the chicken house for several days. I suppose you could say that was our method of de-hydrating during those early years when we had none of today's conveniences. You might be surprised at the delicious fried pies that we made with those dried apples and peaches in the Winter time. Many mornings my Mother would get up early enough to make the pies so we could take them in our lunch boxes to school. This routine continued through my ninth year of school. When I went away from home---one week after my 15th birthday---to attend high school, I no longer had to help with the farm work in the Fall. I was home and helped with the garden planting and harvesting during the Summer months, however.
That is all for today. I hope everyone will find themselves in Church tomorrow and will have a good week-end.
Love you,
Dortha
Well, Labor Day has come and gone. School buses have resumed their daily routes. Our days are beginning, ever so slowly, to become shorter and Summer, as we know it with it HOT, STEAMY days, has officially come to a close. We do not have to be reminded that Fall is here. The air feels differently, the leaves on the trees are beginning to rustle in the breeze, soon they will be falling to the ground and our trees will become bare. Our garden has stopped producing the veggies we have enjoyed so much all Summer. (We will continue to have tomatoes and okra until our first frost.)
We have had some nice rains and some very cool temperatures. Today our high has been 67ยบ. When Septembers arrive, my mind travels back to my childhood years. At this time, instead of beginning a new school year, I would be out of school until November. I would have attended 2 months (July and August) and then been free to help harvest the crops that would then be ready---cotton to pick, corn to gather and haul to the barn, peanuts to pull out of the ground, stack in huge stacks until they dried enough to be hauled to the barn. Our meadows were mowed, raked and bailed (square bales) loaded onto the horse- drawn wagon and hauled to the barn. Some years our hay was not bailed. After it was raked, with a pitch fork, we simply threw it (loose hay) up onto a flat bed wagon. We kept throwing until it was piled very high---1o or more feet from the ground, then we would climb up and sit on the hay and drive it to the barn. You guessed, I have done it all!!! Also there were always apples on the apple trees, peaches on the peach trees and we would gather them and either can them or prepare (peel, core and slice) them to dry as they laid out in the sun on top of the chicken house for several days. I suppose you could say that was our method of de-hydrating during those early years when we had none of today's conveniences. You might be surprised at the delicious fried pies that we made with those dried apples and peaches in the Winter time. Many mornings my Mother would get up early enough to make the pies so we could take them in our lunch boxes to school. This routine continued through my ninth year of school. When I went away from home---one week after my 15th birthday---to attend high school, I no longer had to help with the farm work in the Fall. I was home and helped with the garden planting and harvesting during the Summer months, however.
That is all for today. I hope everyone will find themselves in Church tomorrow and will have a good week-end.
Love you,
Dortha
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