Ask Granny

After that Pony tried to head for the briars a couple of times he became a believer! I think the clincher was when it lurched under the grape fence. The cover came off the spark plug, the fence touched the spark plug, then the jolt went through the tiller frame into J.W.’s hands which were working hard to stop this runaway. By the time he got it stopped and turned loose he’d had quite a shocking experience.

I would buy the same tiller again – but try to find a garden with "real "dirt.

While I was visiting down your way I talked sister Joyce into going over to Ma’s old home place with me- something she wasn’t too anxious to do since she’s having a lot of back problems. It was as easy as I promised her it would be and she enjoyed our little trip down memory lane. Uncle Iven’ s old log barn is still standing—with the initials of our Grandfather Buntin and assorted Uncles carved into the dusty old logs. At some time the logs had been covered with boards and that has preserved them apart from tiny worm holes everywhere. How I would love to have that one particular log with the names of my long departed kin carved in it!.

The high hill where the big white house sat has been contoured down, and ditches and piles of bulldozed birch and other once green and lovely trees have changed the landscape all out of reason. I imagine it’s only a matter of time till there’s no "Bottoms " as we called it, left . That road that kinda run right into Lee Oliver’s old home used to be a real shady place for barefooted kids to walk when we’d been over to visit Mama’s sister Zula.

Last year when I went up the lane to Ma’s place the old sunken road was lined on each side by trees growing right to the edges of the banks and spilling over the sides- roots covered with lush green carpets o f all sorts of moss and ferns. Twisted roots revealed perfect little "fairy houses "with room for any number of the "Little People". One side of the road is bare now, washing into little gullies, since it’s covering is gone. Never again will we be able to walk along in the shade of trees meeting overhead. I can remember how cool the shaded dirt felt on our bare feet as we ran and played from one end of that road to the other.