the old ways, the remembering...

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there was a thread here a while back, (if someone can link, would be appreciated) about how some of us old fellers and gals grewed up and such.

I remember not having 'lectricity and a mile up the road my gramma (from poland) used to have butter she made stay cool hanging on a string in her well. I also remember her dedication to the church and priests, now they thoroughly convinced her she would be closer to god or jesus or someone if she gave enough in the $ thing. All she gave to me was being her, but I didn't really understand till many years later.

and I remember her godzilla turkey. It was meaner than a bad trained pit bull for other people 'on the property'.

and I remember that my older sister, who loved Elvis and plastered his magazine pictures all about her room... Uncle Walter, who had this idea of punching a girl he liked ( yah, happens.- elementary school was filled with that kind of shit for me but this was my father's brother). but being an 'adult' he decided to disgrace what my sister liked with black markers mustachio to her Elvis. My sister won and plowed him good with whatever apparatus was availble. He's still a loser after all these years. She is not.

I remember the spring . Where all I could see in my young eyes was ice, ice, everywhere. the crackling (it's actually a wonderful sound)
I remember the winter, stone boats. and how high those drifts went.
I remember the autumns. My gramma had the best tree in the world to define autumn. glorious and stark.
I remember the summers of hauling bales of hay in an absolute silence in the prickling heat.

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1. ...hauling bales of hay in an absolute silence in the prickling heat...

I could almost feel the sweat on my neck reading that.

Nice post.

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2. my mother ran across those fields for help with

a sick baby in her arms...
evelyn,
my dead sister.

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3. Oh, my.

I'm so sorry.

:hug:

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4. thanks for the hug.

but this is what it is. life and death and hardship - we can't escape it.

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5. kick for those other stories...

I know they're out there. link, please.