I live across the road from my in-laws, they are gone now
been gone about 5 years, it is out in the country, just
far enough to be nice. Every evening most all of the
family would drop by and visit for a spell. Granny Barger
spent most of her time in the yard...she loved her lawn
chairs. Living on a dead end road they only went about
another mile down the road she knew every car that went
down the road and who they were going to visit.
If one was different she would worry until she found out
who it belonged to. I guess this kept her mind going she
lived to be 90 before her she had problems with her
memory. Sure do miss those evening for a while would walk
across the road and just sit by myself. until they tore
the house down. Now I can barely stand to look over
there. nothing but a bunch of rubbish they have never
cleared the mess up just left it setting. (been wanting
to gripe about that for a while...now I got it off my
Gayle, you mentioned tying a string around a June Bug's
leg and letting him fly around. As kids we used to do
this all the time. Before we were old enough to know the
difference we used to catch those June Bugs that looked
the same but rolled little balls of stuff around. They
didn't want to fly and they smelled awful.
Yes, days are not like they use to be. I remember the
swings, and how cozy it was to just curl up and swing
yourself to sleep. Nothing as relaxing as swaying back
and forth. Sometimes we got to going to fast, and then
the "grownups" would come and make us slow
My grandmother and I use to sit out on the
"stoop" every night and wait till the evening
train went by. Then we would wave at the people on the
train and imagine where they were all going. She lived
way out in the country, just by the railroad tracks.
This was our time of the day, and I cherish each memory.
from our ListHostess, Shirley
Dad rarely had a sense of humor but once in a while it
popped out. For some reason he kept telling folks that
all Mom fed him at home was mud pies. You guessed it...he
got up one morning and that's what she served him for
(And you wondered where I got my sense of humor...)
Ohhhhh my land Shirley...what did your father say...I
would have hated to imagined what my dad would have said.
BTW, how long did you 'bake" your mudpies? Mine had
to sit in the sun for several days b-4 they were done
baking... they had to be hard as rocks...so our porch was
lined with these containers full of mud and debris that
was drying!!! Mom just swept around them!!
I have a great photo of my sister and I -- in dresses, of
course, but barefooted -- making mud pies with all sorts
of donated kitchen pots and dishes....so sad I would
never allow my daughters to get so dirty...thank goodness
my granddaughter benefits from the wisdom of my 'old
from Shirley G.
Whew, does that bring back memories. When I was 4 years
old, I would make play under 2 Mulberry trees in our
yard. I had a "kitchen" and I made mud pies. I
would climb the fence to our barnyard to get water out of
the faucet over the watering trough for our cows. Well,
one day, I fell off that fence and cut a great big gash
on my upper thigh with the barbwire at the top of the
fence. Well, you talk about screaming. The man that
worked for my Daddy came running from the barn and
gathered me up and went running to the house. Mama
doctored me up. It wasn't that deep but I still have a
scar to this day. But that didn't keep me from playing
under those Mulberry trees.
Lightning bugs area like little yellow diamonds over the
grass in the back yard ,winking off an on as they slowly
fly upwards looking for a mate .There are thousands of
them out over our yard and in our tree line .It is really
beautiful. The kids used to catch them in Canning jars or
Mayonnaise jars with holes poke in the lids. Then took
the jars to bed to watch as they feel asleep. Lightning
bugs are truly great to watch on a dark summer night. I
the roses and honeysuckle as I type. What memories
I've started a memory book for my grandkids (and my
children) . My mom is 86 years old, lived thru the
depression, and a lot of hard times. I've been writing
down all that she can remember about the "good ol'
days" plus all that I can remember about growing up.
My kids can hardly believe the wonderful times my mom had
back then. I'm afraid if I don't save the information
somehow, it will be lost forever. Sometime these memories
will make for some mighty good stories to tell..
Sarge aka Gus
My parents were also of the front porch spittin' seed
type. They didn't, however, care for me going out and
stealing some melons. Tanned the seat of my pants GOOD!!!
Gus, did you ever get ahold of a melon with crouton
oil??? The farmers around McLean, Texas, would inject it
into selected ones near the roads....if you were unlucky
to pick one of those, you'd think a long time before
trying to do it again!!!! I learned my lesson well...
Nope. Only swiped one melon, and got caught.
So much for my life of crime...
What reaction/taste/whatever did the crouton oil give?
Crouton Oil was used to discourage kids from taking
watermelon from a farmer's field....it had the same
effect as a laxative. They were marked in some way that
was not visible at night, so you never could tell which
ones had been 'marked.' It may not have been the first
melon I had ever enjoyed in front of a pair of headlights
on a hot summers night, but the first tainted one...was
for sure my last!