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DOES ANYONE SELL OR TRADE SEEDS? PLS LET ME KNOW, I THINK THESE ARE SO COOL. MY GRANDMA IN IND USED TO HAVE ONE OUTSIDE, SHE GAVE ME A TON OF SEEDS AND THEY WERE LOST IN A MOVE. SHE IS NOW GONE
I use to sub over at the Boston elementary school a lot before I moved. The county finally put in a new septic system that involved planting sweet flag over the area that would ordinally be the lateral lines and fenced it off. It was a new way of fixing problem drain areas, pretty neat.
I also loved the kids over there- all the people were so very nice and they all have their oyster supper once a year which was always so much fun. (well most of the kids were nice there was that one kid that drove me nuts even when he grew older I would run into him at the Old Kentucky Middle school and then he showed up at the high shcool too) I am pretty sure he is in jail now.
My bestest friend, past neighbor, and partner in gardening lives on Ice Town Rd. Oh how I miss seeing her everyday.
Joyce; Loved your article. I especially loved you description of your Dad and the effect it left on him growing up in the depression. My parents too grew up in the depression way back on a creek. They watch every penny they spend too. Every time I buy anything - like 2 years ago I bought thornless blackberries and I they told me every since that I am not going to have a pot to piss in - also an old phrase left over from depression. It is hard to imagine the hard life they had with no electricity, no cars, the hardest part I think was that they went to bed at night in the winter, in a house with no insulation, and unheated.
However, they sure did seem to enjoy my first crop of blackberry cobbler.
Earned their way by providing comfort in a time of trouble when there was not other comfort ot be had. This I am very sure.
My mother still takes about Brother Anderson, and how he was part of leading my grandfather to Christ.
Hard to believe my grandfather never came to Christ till he was way up in his 30's. Mom swears the night that grandpa became a Christian, Brother Anderson came to their house and the sky at dark lite up all night like the angels in heaven were rejoicing.
Yes, preachers brought comfort. Sounds like your father was one MORE MAN!
I think I read some where years later there was some kind of unusual event at that time that caused the northern lights to be exceptional. I wondered if that was what Brother Anderson and my grandfather witnessed that night?