My grandmother died in 2005. She did not own a computer. I think she could have mastered some computer skills, but she had plenty of interests and activities and friends to keep her engaged in the world. She wrote things down, not fictional stories but events of her life, both past and present. After she died, I was given the honor of keeping some of her writings. I thought starting a blog with them might be fun. I hope readers will find it enjoyable. Thanks for stopping by.
Friday, August 11, 2017
Where was the cherry tree?
Thurs., July 11, 1935 - We canned 5 quarts of pickled beets and 19 quarts of rhubarb. By nite we were ready for bed.
Fri., July 12, 1935 - We picked a bushel of cherries this morning. Mom and I washed our hair. Baked a cake. Went to installation tonite. Mom along, too.
Sat., July 13, 1935 - Cleaned up the house. Aired the bedding and cleaned the hall bedroom. Howard was up here an hour this evening.
They sure picked a lot of cherries. I do not remember a cherry tree at Grandma's house. I will ask (in person) those people in the know for my own edification. I do fondly remember the apricot tree right by the back door. I remember being fairly sad when it had to come down.
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