Good Old Days memories

SUBMITTED Here is a fun a couple of years ago of Brazil Buzz columnist Mary Lou Sartor and her husband Paul. They were Beetlejuice and Bob Ross. Just two young kids having fun!

Roadside stands are reminders of the good old days back home, in Brazil. I was born two months

after my mom and dad moved into the home place back in 1939.

From as early as I can recall dad used simple hand tools, a single plow, until someone introduced him to a tiller, with skills handed from our ancestors that migrated from Scotland. We watched our gardens grow into bountiful supply. He had so much, enough to fill the dishpans and buckets of his friends and neighbor, free of charge. The pumpkin patch was a profitable crop, with pumpkins, of every size.

No one went to bed hungry, including the many free-range and caged animals in my father’s keep.

Time seemed to stand still, the seasons seemed long.

After I married in 1957 I moved on to other places. When my mother became ill I moved back down the road to be near my parents, in 1987 where gardens still grew and my dad gained two extra helpers- mother needed extra care. She passed away in 1992 and he died in 1994.

We remained in my little blue house at the end of the road until Paul began to have mounting health issues. The kids thought it would be better to be closer to his health care providers.

On February 14, 2014, we relocated to this address and here we will stay….

We depend on Kroger’s large displays of fresh vegetables and fruit and roadside stands to fill our baskets. Then, there is that roll of green beans this country girl planted back of the house.

Paul and I have enjoyed this stop in our journey and we still have color in our wrinkly cheeks.

We keep busy and entertained. Paul, after many months of nerve-associated problems, is ready to resume his artwork! Tootie Mae keeps him in line and sits on a pillow by his side.

As for those roadside stand visits I’ve already got that in my plan. The baskets off the shelf…

Like a stanza from Earl S. Grant’s poem says:

“ When we visit roadside stands

In the burnished month of September

We come away loaded with treasure

And with pleasantries to remember!

Reach me by phone at 317-286- 7352.