I took a couple of pictures while celebrating Independence Day yesterday. The first is up above. It is the header picture.
Now I share with you the second…
Many of the family members had already left. As families go; they had others places to go, and other things to do.
It is so good to live in such a God Blessed Nation.
The new School Year began in Cassville, MO on August 17. I also started driving a different route.
I now drive the Jenkins route, and though I am pretty familiar with the area, since I do live in the Jenkins area, I am finding myself having a bit of trouble with some names of my kids. Remembering their names.
As it is in most communities people move away, and new people move in. There are only about three families I am I am familiar with from my years of living here growing up. One family is cousins, another is nephews, and another is a native of the area. I just remembered a fourth family, and they are distant relatives.
One thing about it; I will not get lost.
I hope all who are reading this have a great new School year, and great days ahead.
From the banks of Flat Creek.
~tim
There was a time when I was a child my Dad worked with my Uncle Duane, Dad’s brother, putting up hay for the Winter, and feeding cattle. My uncle and his sons, Dad, and myself would put up a lot of hay each Summer. Part of the treat of working at my Uncle’s farm was getting to eat dinner, our midday meal. Let me explain where I grew up we had breakfast, dinner, and supper; there was no lunch. Sometimes for dinner one dessert my Aunt Ollie prepared and served was Gooseberry cobbler. Most of the time these were served at family get togethers.
Aunt Ollie’s gooseberry cobbler was the best I have ever eaten. If you have never eaten a gooseberry cobbler or pie you have missed a treat. If you have eaten a Rhubarb pie; that comes pretty close, but it is not gooseberry. Uncle Duane and Aunt Ollie have gone home to be with the Lord. We no longer have family get togethers with their children, nor do we do the hay thing. I miss them, and I miss the Gooseberry cobbler.
I mention this because I am going to experiment with raising some gooseberries. I thought about a few months ago, but never got around to do it. This morning I needed to go to town [Cassville], and take care of some business, and pick up some meds at the pharmacy; but I had to stop on the way out our road to trim a tree limb out of the road. When I started rolling the limb, and its brush over the hill I noticed a clump of Gooseberry bushes. I decided then and there that when I came back by I would stop, and pull a couple of them, plant them at our house in the fence row, and see what happens.
I did just that. They are planted, and hopefully will begin producing berries in a year or two.
If they do I will need to make me some fresh Gooseberry pie, or cobbler.
-tim
Flat Creek Rolling 