Wednesday, February 10, 2021
The end of an era. If you didn't grow it or pick it, you just didn't get it. A time of huge gardens that was there to feed the family and produce a cash flow. a time of hand me downs going between 2 families. I remember mom and rosella talking of a sweater that was passed on to each and every kid in the 2 families.
i remember blueberry patches, squaw mountain, the spill way, camp 15. many many pails of berries, and never enough you had to feed the family.
she was always there in time of need, passing on words of logic and survival
thank you for being a friend and neighbor, your work is done and may you hurt no more, rest peacefully
