Today is Easter Sunday! My better half is working at Sears and I am home alone.
I could be outside catching up on some chores that need to be completed, but I would rather spend a few minutes to connect with you, the readers of The Brazil Times and "Neighbors Page."
My Easter Bunny forgot to surprise me with a box of PEEPS (sugar coated marshmallow delights) this morning. I forgive him and I hope he forgives me. I found the rabbits that I have been wanting advertised on Hoosier Topics a buck and doe, pedigreed, unrelated and 4-H worthy. They will arrive at their new home on Tuesday.
"Spring is in the air," said the tortoise to the hare.
We will pick up twenty- five Barred Rock pullets at Graham Grain this week. The one-day-old chicks will arrive via truck from Mt. Healthy Hatcheries in Ohio on Friday.
I recently purchased some healthy young laying hens that will see me through the spring and summer, until the new girl's on the block can produce. Already, I am enjoying eggs worthy of old school grading. They are almost twice the size of the large eggs purchased at favorite supermarkets and other grocery stops. I love big brown eggs and my recipes do too. Yes, size matters!
The new incubator here is doing a good job too. The special chicks will break out of their shells next week.
Why bring back more work like I have known so well for so long after I rid the place of most of my small farm friends two years ago?
For one thing, it is a shame to abandon ownership of certain skills, and valuable assets, such as: poultry and rabbits and a healthy garden, in these uncertain times that we face, the known and unknown.
What some youngsters think is new and novel, unnecessary or not worthy of consideration, we folks of my generation and before look upon them as tried and true survival tools, of importance.
We are all reminded of a time in our history when victory gardens flourished, similar to the one Mrs. Obama, our first lady is digging her putter gloves and positive attitude into, in the backyard of the White House. She has been there and done that before in her life, I believe. Michelle's message is clear the involvement real. You can do it too!
With determination and luck, many people will benefit from a garden and the harvest! Money will be saved, diets improved.
Some young folks prefer store bought everything. However, many old timers like me have planted or helped plant gardens and claimed victory, in that regard, already more years than we would care to count. In the good old days most folks owned chicken, two or more and perhaps a hutch or more of rabbits, a few head of cattle, perhaps, only, one milk cow, a pen of squealing pigs or a gaggle of honking geese.
Most every rural family, including mine put in a garden; even some work prone city folks with spaces in cramped places did, as well. Gardens weren't so much an option as were a must have, or; eat poorly.
A loafer and garden side superintendent came to our place one summer. She was wearing white shoes, silky, thin white socks, and a fancy floral spread of a dress. The city slicker sported a floppy brimmed hat big enough for two heads and she clutched a white handkerchief over the mouth. Her muffled voice and bad manners told us that scooping poop and moving dirt was beneath her, but; we didn't care. Our sweat was honest. We didn't mind being garden variety. We kids all agreed that she did some things the same way we did.
Besides, when the jobs were done we cleaned up nicely, every day and twice on Sundays.
In those days, she probably had weevils in her flour bin and a worm or two on her store bought ears of corn, too, along with those bats in her belfry.
My dad was born in 1909. He lived through two world wars, the Great Depression, conflicts, personal tragedies, and disappointments and so much more.
Beginning in the spring of 1933, and continuing until the hard working gentleman was diagnosis with Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma at the age of eighty- three he plowed, cultivated, planted and cared for as many as five gardens at a time.
Our provider raised thousands of domestic animals and many breeds of poultry, pigeons and more.
He fed his family and shared the wealth derived from his expertise, freely, to include the fruits of his hunting passion-the harvest of wild game and other woodland bounties. He was a survivalist through thick and thin.
Very little food was store-bought and the larder, icebox and cellar was always full. If others had more, we had enough. We never went to bed hungry.
Oh, that was an exciting time in my life. I reckon that is the reason I can't give up the simple pleasures that I have known, like gardening and such; it's in my blood.
Sandra and I miss our parents and, brother, John Wayne.
Dad lived fourteen months after a long hard fought battle to survive his cancer, but that was not meant to be.
He died in June of 1994. We buried him in Restlawn, next to the place he loved so much, where precious memories were made.
Paul is a fine gardener, as was his mother. Together, we sow and plant what was once the pumpkin patch, just beyond the giant oak, at the Lynch homestead and then; at season's end, we smile with the others. God is good.
We will work the ground until we must lay down the plow some sad day too and dread the time when our gardens and those precious memories parish forever.
I send my condolence to the family of Hazel Miller.
I can be reached at 446-4852 or drop me a line to 613 North Elm St., Brazil, IN., 47834 or by email at email@example.com.