The Old Bell

Out on a cedar tree that had become a 10′ pole, in the yard, was a rusty iron bell.It was a dinner bell, but it was more than that alone.
It was used to let the people in the fields know dinner was being served. Continue reading The Old Bell →

Sister Tabor’s Baptism

Growing up in a rural area can have its pluses and minuses. Sandspurs, for example, would not be considered a plus. There are millions, I suppose, that have never seen a sand spur around their house unless you live in sandy areas or maybe around a Florida beach. The actual name of these little devils is Cenchrus longispinus and cenchrus gracillimus for the varieties that grow in the Southeastern US and you have to be really careful pronouncing that first one.  Some people have never seen a baptism, either, I suppose.

By whatever name you call them, they will deter you from going barefooted! That is one reason that I never went without shoes at my home as a kid. We had them all over the yard. And, they will attach themselves to your pants and socks without warning and you will distribute them to everyplace you travel. So, I guess, sand spurs would be in the minus column.
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Motels A Night in Albany and Other Places

 Over the years, I worked with sales reps that were assigned to me. I would get in my car and drive to their area. Most of the time, I would ride with them in their car after meeting up with them. Sometimes, just due to the route and the schedule, it might be that I would follow along and then we might split up later and I would go home. A typical day in a rural territory could involve getting up early, doing a lot of riding, making a lot of calls, loading and unloading the car for samples eight or ten times, and working displays to update the samples and arriving at a motel at 6 PM dead tired. Continue reading Motels… A Night in Albany and Other Places →