I like strawberries, and I think most people probably share that taste. But people long ago must have REALLY liked strawberries, based on the sugary red berry’s popularity for much of the first half of the last century.
Times were hard in 1944 and daddy had to leave his home and family and go to “harvest.” Mother remained at home on the farm just west of Anderson in what was then called the “Nash” place. Her days were full with milking, laundry on the rub board and keeping three young ones (my two younger brothers and myself) occupied and nourished and safe as she carried her fourth, due in June.
I am tuned in to a couple of live cameras that focus on bird nests. One is a loon nest and one is a bald eagle nest, both in Minnesota. The eagles produced two eggs and got two babies. The loons just didn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry to get eggs.
Martha Gibbins Spears had seven children and five of them were daughters. There was Orpha (my mother) , the eldest, born in 1914, Edith, Zelma, Beulah and Sylvia DeLois, the youngest, born in 1926. She could be excused if at times, instead of going through the list, she would, on talking to one, call her “Daughter.” There was so much love in her voice, love and respect for her child that all my life, to me, that is a beautiful word “daughter.”
There is going to be a busy weekend in the middle of April. On the 14th, Neosho will host its annual city-wide garage sale and the town will be thrown into quite a frenzy. The following day, April 15th, the Dogwood Tour was scheduled, but was moved up to April 1. This unusual weather is playing tricks on everything. There will be an open house at the Neosho National Fish Hatchery April 15, dogwoods or not.
You will hear a lot of talk in the upcoming week about the April 3 election.
With the recent rain – well, actually as I write this week’s column it is still raining — the grass is green and the trees are budding: you know what that means, it is time for mowing to commence.
Spring break is now officially over and boy do we have a bunch of work waiting on us.
Today is March 18, the Sunday of the McDonald County Historical Society semi-annual meeting. We hope you plan to join us at 2 p.m. at the McDonald County Court House on “W” Hwy in Pineville.
I hope to see some of you this Thursday at the Newton County Historical Society’s quarterly meeting and program.
It’s been an interesting week with my writing. I seem to get a wide variety of subjects all at the same time. This past week, I am working on Herman Jaeger, feral hogs in Arkansas, and Linda Ballwin (the Belsnickles creator).
As I left Neosho two weeks ago for the start of my family vacation, I couldn’t help but sense that “old man winter” was on his last leg.
Neosho area businesses and industries are gearing up for the annual Business & Industry Review, on Friday and Saturday (see last Sunday’s edition for a complete story and times on the event).
A landlord called to say that the house had been trashed, rent had not been paid, and to add insult to injury, the people had not taken their neglected dogs.
The 2012 regular session of Missouri’s 96th General Assembly has now reached the halfway point as legislators begin their spring break.
Last week, I wrote that there were some exciting things coming our way soon.
I want to give a public thanks to the folks who cleaned fish at the Rainbows for Veterans derby last week. I didn't get over to the fish cleaning stations but I heard about the wonderful job they did. And I didn't get all the names, but I understand they did outstanding work.
March winds roar around my house. Sitting high up above Big Sugar it is the winds in the top of the trees that I feel.
The strong smell of skunk has greeted me nearly every day lately, as I head out for my morning walk along Wildcat Boulevard. Sometimes I see the beautiful black and white animals. Sometimes I do not. Still I can smell them.
