I've never had a reaction to mint, and I love to run my hands through patches of it to stir up the scent. Never wore strands of it, though. Strange how we get various reactions from plants, isn't it? Sometimes we win, and sometimes the plants do.
Thanks so much for another interesting, informative and funny (now, anyway!) story! How ironic it is that the sap of the plant causes blisters, yet it can be used as a remedy for skin diseases. Maybe it is a case of "a little is good, a lot is too much"?
Another great article! Always enjoyable! I didn't know that about Virgins Bower. My Mother had put in my mind that it was a perfect vine to grow over a reading nook for the yard and I had always planned on building one and planting it. Thanks for the warning!
The "wild" clematis growing in this part of southern Ohio might be the Sweet Autumn one, as mentioned by Adaylilyfan - I know it can take down a wire fence over time! I'll have to investigate further. Sharon, I think you've had more adventures than you can tell us about - it makes for many "do you remembers?" when you have family reunions. Thanks! And I hope you're getting some rain.
Kate, it rained just a bit this morning, though surprisingly none was predicted.
Memories...there are very few left who share my memories these days. I did see my elderly first grade teacher when I went back home in June, and we shared a few. As for family, my brother is 8 years younger, we grew up together but a world apart, and he's all I have left except my children. I lost an aunt earlier this summer, Aunt Ruby, who appears in several of the stories...so there's no one now.
I think I write of these memories because I want to keep them and hold them close. It was a different time, place, and I don't want to forget. And at this point, I can smile and laugh at myself and the perspectives I had at the time.
A lot of the jogs to my memory come from baby books Mom kept for me, and a lot from the notes that Aunt Bett had, old pictures, bits of dried leaves, clovers and flowers that Ninna left in her huge old family Bible...the memories are everywhere, and I grab them when they flash into my mind.
Where I lived was a little bit isolated from others, no close neighbors. My Uncle told me recently that I was like a sponge when I was little and soaked up everything around me. Maybe so. But he moved away from the mountains when I was 6, so he wasn't around for any of my real adventures.
More info than you wanted, but you got it anyway!!
Sharon, we can't get enough of your info and wonderful stories. Those of us who might be described as 'long in the tooth,' probably have good memories that the modern generations will never have. I find that very sad.
Me too, about the memories of today's youth. I think that's why I enjoy dredging up my own memories, it might encourage younger people to make more of their own. I have lots of time at this point in my life to remember and once the box was opened, the memories just kept coming.
It's so good to have you running along beside me. We would have had a great time climbing mountains together, but we can still have a good time remembering.