Kind of think I might order myself one of these for Christmas.
Good Morning! Well for a change we are in the midst of some sunshine here in Port Loring, Ontario, Canada. But in saying that, it is cool with temperatures sitting at 39F/5C. It will warm up a wee bit, but not much as the day moves forward. Tonight will be down to near freezing. It’s a sign of what’s to come for us here in the North. Highway 522 is a touch busy this morning with lots of trucks moving around the area and a few locals doing what comes naturally. LOL Yesterday my wife and I went to North Bay for some groceries and things. Picked up everything, visited our son in his apartment parking lot, dropped off one of our computers for him to repair, had lunch and a coffee alongside the highway and came on home. We usually pack a lunch and a thermos of coffee to take with us. That way we don’t have to go into any stores. Our groceries we order and pay online, and then they bring them out to our car. Pays to be cautious. Also, it should be noted that the leaves are sure turning colour-fast. I would say next weekend will be the best of the best for seeing them. It sure is nice to see the artistic values that Mother Nature has to offer every year. On another note we did see hundreds of kids heading off to Tim Hortons and places at noon while in North Bay. I think we only seen about six out of hundreds that were wearing a mask. Some groups had as many as ten to twenty young ones all close together. I am not sure where their minds are. I am afraid of what will happen in the days ahead. Some schools already are having some outbreaks. The thing is … these kids get it then pass it on to family and friends. Most of them might be able to fight it off but the older folks like parents and teachers might not be able to. Going to be interesting to say the least. On another note, today my wife and I will do some mowing around the house here, as it is still growing leaps and bounds. But first we will have a coffee together. Take care and be extra careful out there today. We are well over the 300 hundred a day mark for new cases, and that total is rising.
Well a lot have asked my true feelings on life …. and taking a close look at things, I kind of figure that this man says it all.
Today many of us have started using homemade cloth masks to help stop the spread of corona-virus. But with more evidence being found ever day, things has shown that not all masks are created equal, and some don’t work at all. In order for a homemade cloth mask to stop viral transmission, it needs to have at least two layers of fabric. So, if your mask has just one layer of fabric, you can pretty well bet that it simply doesn’t work. But in saying that … until you get a good one, it is better than nothing. Common Sense will tell you that. Stay Safe!
Good Morning! It’s another cloudy day here to start things off in Port Loring, Ontario, Canada. Temperatures were nice sitting at 15.4 C | 59.72 F. It will warm up as the day moves forward. We should see some sunshine in a wee bit. Highway 522 is quiet this morning, but it is early. It will pick up a lot later on. Not to much happening in and around our town these days. I been busy working on some things in the shop that I have on the go, along with my Podcasts. Our vegetable gardens are growing leaps and bounds, and we had our first cucumbers yesterday for lunch. The zucchini is coming along too, and I suspect we will have one of them in some Spaghetti in a couple days. Today I will head on off to the dump and then work in my shop for a bit. With that … stay safe an do what’s right, when it comes to this virus that is going around. GW
3:30 PM – 7:00 PM
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Today my old weather stick says that Fishing will be so so once again. I give it a 3 Star Rating out of 5 for catching a few. Good Luck!
Hi folks. How you all doing? I hope you are coping with what is happening throughout the world today. We just have to hang in there folks. This time round the only help we have is us as a whole., and we can beat this thing. Things will work out. Just need to be patient. On another note, I took down the Podcast on Facebook relating to the Coronavirus, as I have found that there is just too many on there today wanting to do more harm than good. It will however be here on my Blog, along with all my other Podcasts. And you can also listen to them on:
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Nice looking day starting things off here in Port Loring, Ontario. The sun is shinning and temperatures are sitting at 3.5 C | 38.3 F. It’s nice to see them warmer temperatures. The barometer is falling and my old weather stick is predicting some heavy rain for later on today and through tonight. Which should get rid of a lot of this snow we have on the ground at the moment. Highway 522 is bare and dry for now, which will make travelling good. If you have to go anywhere this morning would be the best time to travel, or wait till tomorrow. We didn’t have any snow overnight. Today I will work away here on some projects I have to do around the house. With that I am off for my morning cup of coffee with my lovely wife. Have a great day. GW
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Well it is one cold morning here in Port Loring Ontario, Canada. Waking up temperatures were sitting at -18.1 C | -0.58 F. We didn’t have any snow overnight. Highway 522 does have some icy sections throughout and along with some snow covered areas. It will be a good day for travelling but care should be taken. We should also see some sunshine today, but with these cold temperatures you won’t feel the warmth much. With the winds coming in from the North West it will feel just that much colder. Today I have a few things to do around the house here and in my shop so that should keep me out of trouble for a while. With that I am off for a bite to eat. GW
A while back our friend Carrie dropped by with her horse Rhythm. It’s always great to see them, as years ago I had a horse almost identical. Every time I see Rhythm she brings back a lot of memories. And yes a carrot or two was in order. She is a good poser too when it comes to taking pictures. Just look at that hind leg. Made my day. LOL
Here is a coffee table I made. The top is made of 1 inch (2.54 cm) thick white pine with a checker board that my wife painted on its top. We then fastened it to an old crate that the customer had from their business. Turned out nice and customer liked it.
I picked up a couple frames for our car licence plates, awhile back. The front one is for my lovely wife and the rear one is for me. Kind of fitting I thought.
Here is our latest Book called: Keep Turning Pages. Great book with over 100 Short stories. Reading for all ages. George & Ruth Walters have 7 books in total, with more in the works. ” All are Available”
George’s Other Book Titles Are:
One More Story
Join Me In The Garden
Moments In Time
Paths We Choose
Natures Gateway To Health
My wife and I would like to thank everyone for a fantastic night at the Callandaer Horticultural Society. It was a great night with a good turnout. I spoke a bit on my life, read a story and got into what Nature has to offer in general. After my talk I answered questions, and we all had a great chat with coffee and goodies. Great night and a great bunch of people. GW
Now don’t get to thinking that I am a religious feller as I surely am not but now and then something catches my eye that holds my interest. In doing so thought I would share.
A priest offered a lift to a Nun. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun said,” Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, “Father, remember Psalm 129?” The priest apologized “Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.” Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, “Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.”
Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.
Who is George Walters? Well, during a TV Interview of his first book, the host of the show asked if he thought of himself as a Country Philosopher. Giving this some thought he decided on looking up the word Philosopher in the dictionary, and he found that is exactly what he is.
Literally a lover of wisdom, sometimes also called a seeker of truth. Not just any truth, but a truth about important basic, elusive issues, such as what is right and wrong, what is sure, what is human? These are the questions he confronts when everyday thinking is inadequate. He has devoted over 60 years to the search. But this is only part of the story. He pursues truth regardless of popularity, fashion or legislation. He needs to have clear thinking and reasoning to be able to juggle complex information and be able to break it down to plain English, as much as possible. He spends much time carefully weeding out all the falsehoods and contradictions, and putting down on paper his and other folks experiences to help the people he cares most about and to make this a better country for them to grow up in.
George has been writing and sharing his wisdom in Newspapers, Magazines and through Public Speaking for many years. His extended family of readers have come to know and love him through his easy down to earth way he portrays his message. His captivating ways of writing heightens the reader’s awareness as his stories unfold in front of them, giving them the strength and comfort like a lifelong friend, lending a helping hand.
George has learned a lot growing up on the farm, including the simple easy ways of the old time gardeners. The little tricks and tips he has learned
from these old timers are shared with you, as well as information about health, plant recognition, and recipes too.
He is a Story-Teller with the ability to take you back through time to an era where folks knew how to fend for themselves, a place where folks grew their own crops, survived the harsh elements that Mother Nature threw at them, and most importantly, a place where families were one.
I was in North Bay the other day, and at a checkout, I was asked if I needed my receipt. What a question to ask a person.
I replied. “Of course I would like a receipt, doesn’t everyone want one?” “No Sir, most folks today don’t want their receipts?” “Really? Well, this is one old feller that does. I suppose if you were paying cash, and it was only a package of gum I could do without, but when a person is paying with their debit card or credit card, I would think a receipt would be a priority.” “Well, it isn’t, not anymore.” “Hmm.”
With that, I left, and as I was going out the door, I heard the woman say. “Crazy old seniors, more trouble than they are worth.” For a second there I was tempted to go back and give her a piece of my mind. But then I figured it would just ruin my day. So I let it alone and carried on.
But it is the sign of the times, as more folks are paying with plastic than ever before. Who would have believed it?
Later I was at the Esso Station filling up. I use the Speedpass Key where you just touch the screen on the pump with a plastic key. It then lets you get fuel and bills you directly on your credit card. I love it really, but there again it asks if you would like a printed receipt.
The only difference in this instance is that I don’t talk to a human being. I have been known to give the pump a quick light kick now and then saying. “Do I want a receipt?” My wife gets a kick out of me sometimes as I can hear her giggling in the car.
While on the topic of getting fuel and using Speedpass. There is one thing that annoys me, at a lot of the Esso Stations that have Speedpass. They have been disabling it at the pump. In doing so, you have to go inside to pay.
Their logic I suppose, if you see something at the cash register and if you’re an impulse buyer, you pick it up. For me, I say this. “I purchased your Speedpass for a reason. I am not an impulse shopper. I got your Speedpass, so I don’t have to go into your establishment. I don’t want to go into your establishment. I want to buy your fuel and leave. Especially on a nasty day. Not a real biggie, if you get my meaning.”
Hope someone sees this and does something about it.
So in Closing, I would say this when asked if I would like a receipt.
The question shouldn’t even be asked; it should be automatic.
We finally managed to get all our books on Amazon for sale. Took some doing let me tell you. All the credit though has to go to my son Karl, as he is the one with all the expertise. Wouldn’t have been possible without him. You can click on the links above if you’re interested. Here is a list of all our books: One More Story By George Walters. Join Me In The Garden By George Walters. Moments In Time By George Walters. Paths We Choose By George Walters, Times Changin’ By George Walters. and Natures Gateway To Health By George Walters. If you’re in the USA go to Amazon.com. If you are in Canada go to Amazon.ca.
Written by a good friend of mine relating to one of my stories in the newspaper. Thought I would share. Great Poet for sure.
George liked to go south on vacation,
Along with his brother and his dad;
They’d load up their old car and away they would go.
It was the best fun that they ever had!
Well, they got an early start in the morning
And arrived at the U.S. border in a ‘swish’;
With their fishing poles ‘at the ready’,
They were hoping to catch some big fish!
The border guard was very nice
And as he waved, he said, ‘Catch one for me’!
They said that they would and then they were off,
Down the road feeling happy and carefree!
When they arrived at the ‘Blue Ridge Mountains’,
A couple of tunnels they had to go through;
It was a very enjoyable part of their trip
And they really enjoyed the view!
But then their old car started to smoke,
When they were on a North Carolina road;
His dad said, ‘Damn’ and pulled over to the side,
Because the engine was about to explode!
Well, it turned out the engine ‘threw a rod’,
Right through the side of the block;
So they got a ride with a State ‘Trooper’,
After he and his dad had a talk.
He dropped them off in a small town,
At a dealership that sold cars called ‘Nash’;
They were able to trade in their old car,
As well as spending a little extra cash!
Everything was fine ’till they got to Florida,
When the old Nash began to knock;
It seems the drain plug had fallen out
And there was no oil left in the block!
Well, they patched the old car up with a new oil plug
And then away they went down the road;
Only to have an anti-freeze leak,
Before they could get to their ‘abode’!
So they sealed up the rad with some ‘stop-leak’
And were back on the road again;
But soon the engine was over-heating
And oil was leaking from the oil pan!
They made it as far as Sarasota,
When his dad said,’ I’ve had enough’;
We’re going to go to the Ford dealer,
And buy a new Ford ‘on the cuff’!
The rest of the holiday was full of fun,
It was the best trip they ever had;
And they ended up with a brand-new Ford,
So they did not do too bad!
Thought you would like this 🙂
HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU”
The young guns may not understand the meaning of this, but you would!
THE END OF AN ERA…
The Roy Rogers Museum in Branson, MO has closed its doors forever.
The contents of the museum were sold at a public auction.
Roy Rogers told his son, if the museum ever operates at a loss,
close it, and sell the contents. He complied.
Note the follow-on article; truly the end of an era.
Here is a partial listing of some of the items that were sold at auction…
Roy’s 1964 Bonneville sold for $254,500. It was estimated to
sell between 100 and 150 thousand dollars.
His script book from the January 14,1953 episode of
“This Is Your Life” sold for $10,000 (EST. $800-$1,000).
A collection of signed baseballs (Pete Rose, Duke Snyder, and
other greats) sold for $3,750.
A collection of signed bats (Yogi Berra, Enos Slaughter,
Bob Feller, and others) sold for $2,750.
Trigger’s saddle and bridle sold for $386,500 (EST. 100-150 K).
One of many of Roy’s shirts sold for $16,250 and one of his many
cowboy hats sold for $17,500.
One set of boot spurs sold for $10,625.
(He never used a set of spurs on Trigger).
A life size shooting gallery sold for $27,500.
Various chandeliers sold from $6,875 to $20,000.
Very unique and artistic in their western style.
A signed photograph by Don Larsen taken during his
perfect game in the world series against the Dodgers
on Oct. 8,1953, along with a signed baseball to Roy from Don,
sold for $2,500.
Two fabulous limited edition BB guns in their
original boxes with Numerous photos of Roy, Dale,
Gabby, and Pat sold for $3,750.
A collection of memorabilia from his shows entertaining
the troops in Vietnam sold for $938.
I never knew he was there.
His flight jacket sold for $7,500.
His set of dinnerware plates and silverware sold for $11,875.
The Bible they used at the dinner table every night sold for $8,750.
One of several of his guitars sold for $27,500.
Nellybelle sold for $116,500.
A fabulous painting of Roy, Dale, Pat, Buttermilk, Trigger,
and Bullet sold for $10,625.
One of several sets of movie posters sold for $18,750.
A black and white photograph of Gene Autry with a touching
inscription “From Gene to Roy” sold for $17,500.
A Republic Productions Poster bearing many autographs of the
people that played in Roy’s movies sold for $11,875.
Dale’s horse, Buttermilk (whose history is very interesting) sold
below the presale estimate for $25,000. (EST. 30-40 K).
Bullet sold for $35,000 (EST.10-15 K). He was their real pet.
Dale’s parade saddle, estimated to sell between 20-30 K,
sold for $104,500.
One of many pairs of Roy’s boots sold for $21,250.
Trigger sold for $266,500.
Do you remember the 1938 movie The Adventures of Robin Hood,
with Errol Flynn and Olivia de Havilland?
Well, Olivia rode Trigger in that movie.
Trigger was bred on a farm co-owned by Bing Crosby.
Roy bought Trigger on a time payment plan for $2,500.
Roy and Trigger made 188 movies together.
Trigger even outdid Bob Hope by winning an Oscar in the movie
Son of Paleface in 1953.
It is extremely sad to see this era lost forever. Despite the fact that
Gene and Roy’s movies, as well as those of other great characters,
can be bought or rented for viewing, today’s kids would rather
spend their time playing video games.
Today it takes a very special pair of parents to raise their kids with
the right values and morals.
These were the great heroes of our childhood, and they did teach
us right from wrong, and how to have and show respect for each
other and the animals that share this earth.
You and I were born at the right time.
We were able to grow up with these great people, even if we
never met them.
In their own way they taught us patriotism and honor.
We learned that lying and cheating were bad, and that sex wasn’t as
important as love.
We learned how to suffer through disappointment and failure
and work through it.
Our lives were drug free.
So it’s good-bye to Roy and Dale, Gene and Hoppy,
the Lone Ranger, and Tonto.
Farewell to Sky King and Superman and Sgt. Friday.
Thanks to Capt. Kangaroo, Mister Rogers, and Capt. Noah
and all those people whose lives touched ours, and made
It was a great ride through childhood.
HAPPY TRAILS MY FRIEND
AN ODE TO THE SNOWBIRDS
Slowly the snowbirds are returning
You can watch them come back one by one
Unloading their cars or motor homes
So they can relax and have some fun.
Very soon the roads will be a nightmare
And the restaurants will be jam packed!
It will be shoulder to shoulder at Publix
But they still keep coming back.
They don’t care if Wal-Mart is crowded
They don’t get mad if the traffic is slow
They don’t complain about the long lines at Winn Dixie
They say, “it’s better than shoveling snow.”
They love the Florida sunshine
And a suntan is first on their list
They brought lots of shorts and sunscreen
And you can bet their winter coats won’t be missed!
They ride on their carts or their bicycles
Or by the poolside they can be found
Then off to the sales at Macy’s
Then to an early-bird dinner they’re bound.
They are always coming or going
Doing all they can do in one day!
It’s shuffleboard, horseshoes or golfing
Or learning to paint a picture in a day.
They play cards or plan a potluck dinner
They go fishing or to the beach for the day
Sometimes they go to the Clubhouse
So they can dance the night away.
It’s so much fun to watch them
Planning for a cruise or two
It’s just one great big vacation
For the snowbirds just passing through.
But one day soon they’ll be packing
To make the trip up north once more
And the memories they made will have to do them
Until they come back again and make more.
So may the Good Lord bless the snowbirds
When their time to leave grows near
May they enjoy good health and happiness
Until they come back again next year.
The True Meaning Of Christmas
Written By: George Walters
“Laura, Christmas to me just doesn’t have that special feeling any more. It seems that the feelings I am looking for can’t be found. I have tried and tried but for some reason I just can’t find that special feeling that I am lookin for.”
“You know George, maybe, you are searching for the true meaning of Christmas. I’ll make you a deal, there is five days left till Christmas, I want you to go on a hunt, search for the true meaning of Christmas and bring it back to me. If for some reason you can’t find it, well I will then tell you, as I have found it in my travels through life. Hows that for a deal? But you have to really search, you have to look hard and I will let you in on one bit of advice, the true meaning of Christmas is where you least expect it, that’s where it will be hiding. Find it George and bring it back to me, that will be my gift on Christmas morning.”
Well the next morning I headed off to school as usual but with the thought of finding the meaning of Christmas on top of the list. Through out the day I watched and listened to the other kids of what they thought Christmas was all about.
“Presents said James, lots of presents.”
“Santa Clause said Mary, he is the true meaning of Christmas.”
“Food said Sandra, lots of good food, like cake, candy and a big goose with all the trimmings at the table when supper time arrives.”
“Friends said, a new girl in the second grade, lots of friends,when I moved here I never had any one to talk to, yep friends that’s it.”
“How about a Christmas tree said Patricia, can’t forget that, the Christmas Tree has to be the true meaning of Christmas written all over it, it just has to be.”
Well the days wore on and I kept asking folks and listening but for some reason I just couldn’t find that special feeling that I was looking for. I knew Laura said she would tell me if I couldn’t find it but she asked me to bring it back to her as her gift. I just couldn’t let her down, I just couldn’t.
I know, old Grey Wolf, my very best friend, he would know, he knows everything, I will go and visit him.
I found Grey Wolf sitting oh his porch with a big thick blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
“Why aren’t you in the house where it’s warm?” I asked.
“Well, I knew you were coming and thought I would sit here and wait for you, that is what friendship is all about isn’t it?”
“I suppose it is.”
“Something is bothering you, I can see it in your eyes, what has got such a young boy so upset that he comes to see his friend on a stormy day like this?”
“Christmas, Grey Wolf, I made a deal with Laura that I would bring back the true meaning of Christmas and that would be her gift”
“That is some gift young one, that is surely some gift.”
“Do you know what the true meaning of Christmas is, do you?”
“Yes I know what it is, it hides in a place that no one looks.”
“Will you tell me, please tell me so I can take it back to Laura, please.”
“I can’t do that old friend, that is something that you will have to do all on your own. I will say this though, find a warm-quiet place and listen and watch, I think you will then find what you are looking for.”
I didn’t know what to do it was Christmas Eve and time was running out. Back at home I headed on over to the barn to do my chores. I took down some hay, fed the cows, chickens and the Clyde’s and then put down some fresh straw so they would all be warm on this bitter cold night.
I then took a pail of Oats from the oat bin for my horse Jennie and sat down on some straw in her pen. It was warm sitting there.
“Jennie I asked, “Do you know the true meaning of Christmas?” Knowing fully well she couldn’t answer me. With them few words a feeling came over me, I looked up and watched all the young animals as their mothers drew them closer to her body so that they would be warm. I then looked up at Jennie, her big brown eyes just seemed to melt me and I swore I seen a tear run down her cheek. Her head dropped onto my shoulder and at that moment it came to me, I know what the true meaning of Christmas is. I found it, it was hiding right here under my nose all the time.
With that I gave Jennie a hug, said goodnight to all the critters and ran as fast as I could to the old farm house though the deep snow. Laura was by the wood stove baking a pie.
“Laura! I know what it is.”
“You know what George? What are you talking about?”
“I know what the true meaning of Christmas is.”
“You do and what would that be?”
“Love Laura, love that’s the true meaning of Christmas and that’s my gift to you.”
Laura looked down at me with tears in her eyes, “Your right she said and what a gift it is. Now how a piece of this pie that I just made and a cup of hot chocolate to wash it all down.” “Sounds good to me, I said.
And to all my readers, I would like to say this. May all your Christmas’s be filled with love and kindness and Merry Christmas to all.
It was a beauty of a day and I had just come in from doing my chores. I was sitting in my most favorite spot, in the wood box in the corner and listening to Reg talking to his Grandson and Wife. Reg was washing his hands by the sink and listening to what they had to say. The Grandson’s wife was looking out the window. “I see your wife Laura working in the garden, she sure looks happy out there. It must be nice to not have to go to work every day like I do. She sure has an easy life living here on the farm, doing what she wants, when she wants, not having to answer to any one. I got to say, I don’t think she would last one week in the city.”
Reg was standing there taking it all in and then went and sat down at the table. “Young lady, I think it’s about time you and me had a talk. That woman you’re talking about, is about the hardest working woman I have ever met. She might not have a degree of schooling hanging on the wall but she has a farm that has risen from the dirt and made into a place we can call home. She is the back bone of this whole farm, without her it would have never happened.
You say she could never live in the city and do your job, well your probably right. She hates the city, as she is a country woman. Country women are a different breed of woman. They are special, she has worked by my side for over fifty years now, through hard times and good times. She has put up with my nonsense, cooked, baked, washed and knitted my clothes when they had holes. She was there for me when we had no money to hire help, worked in the fields, helped with the milking, delivered new-born calves in the middle of winter in the snow. She has helped with getting
firewood ready for winter, splitting logs with an Axe, she has planted and worked the family garden for longer than I can remember and kept it hoed by hand. She has been there for your Husband, Father-In-Law and Myself when we were sick and nursed us back to health. Fixed our cuts and broken bones when no doctor was around. She also has been the love of my life and I will not stand here and let you run a woman down, that has done so much.
I don’t blame you though as much as I blame society. You younger folks don’t realize, that if it wasn’t for these hard-working country women, you wouldn’t have even been born. All the food that is eaten in your cities,where do you think it comes from? It isn’t grown in a grocery store. Society has you all so strung up on what you think you need in life, that you don’t take time to enjoy life.
You see that woman singing away in the garden? She is enjoying life, doing what she loves and making every minute of every day, count. When she comes in here in a few minutes, I expect you to treat her with respect, as she will you. I have had my say and these words will never leave this room.”
With that Reg got up and went outside. I watched as the Grandson’s wife got up and went to the sink. She wiped her eyes and then looked over at her husband.
“I needed that she said. I just never realized what your Grandmother had to go through, or any farmers wife for that matter.” They gave each other a hug and went outside to the garden.
I don’t know what was said after that but for as long as I can remember, I do know this. They became the best of friends from that day on.
Farm women are a different kind of woman I will say that. As my wife, she has been there for me through all our farming days and without her we wouldn’t be where we are today. The old saying, that behind every successful man is a good woman, can wrap this story up all in one sentence.
So there you have it, a conversation that I overheard, that stuck with me through life. I guess I kind of molded my life around that conversation and I do know that when it comes to country women, I got one of the best. In Closing, I Would Like To Wish You Well. GW
How Country Folks Lived
Without The Corner Store
The thing about years ago, our weekly shopping trip wasn’t to a corner store. We had our own pantry where we kept all our preserves and in the Fall of each year, it was chucked full of all kinds of things. The way the winter weather was back then, folks wasn’t able to get to town for supplies. For most parts we grew our own and what we didn’t grow we bartered for.
Through the summer months we ate fresh out of the garden every day. I remember every spring, Laura and I would head off to a small clear brook, just up the road from us. It was a bit of a walk but with the trees just coming into leaf and the spring flowers showing themselves, it was sure a site to see. I used to enjoy all the smells of the bush and in my eyes there is nothing like it. In the small brook, down near the bottom, Laura would find the water crest, a small leafy plant that we used for salads. Being so fresh and tasty you could eat it right out of the water if you took a notion to. We would pick a couple of baskets and head on home.
Later on for supper we would have the tastiest salad you could ever ask for. To get some more ingredients for that salad Laura and I would head on out to the pasture fields to find morels, a type of mushroom. I got to tell you, they make my mouth water just thinking about them. They mostly grow up on knolls and in the spring of the year. If it was a good year we would have more than our share. The morels would be taken home by the basket full. A few would be then taken, washed and put in with the salad. A few more would be fried with garlic, fresh butter and cream. That would be put on top of the salad, when all said and done.
Back to our garden, this time we would pick a few tomatoes, some onions and fresh garlic tops that we planted last fall. Them all cut up and mixed in the salad, we were almost ready. The last to go in was a few chopped up apples also from our trees out back, which we had put away for the winter. Once all mixed in with the fried morels and garlic poured over the top, it was ready for us to dig in. I have to say it was sure tasty, also very healthy and the best part was, it didn’t cost us a cent, other than a bit of energy from the walk to the bush.
Most of our things came to us that way and Laura had a way of fixing them up, so that a young fella couldn’t wait to get to the table at meal times.
For winter meat we did up a steer, a pig and some laying hens that stopped laying. The hens would be kind of tough being so old but Laura would let them simmer on the old wood stove all afternoon in a big pot mixed with more fresh vegetables. After she got finished with them, the meat would fall off the bones and there wasn’t a time that anyone didn’t go back for seconds.
Once in awhile Reg would bring home a deer, to add to our meat supply and if lucky a pheasant or two. If a pheasant did come our way, it would usually go towards our Christmas dinner. Potatoes were grown by a farmer up the road, which was his main crop and we bartered hay for them. Just wasn’t worth our while to grow them ourselves at the time.
In the spring, I couldn’t wait for the sap to start flowing from the hard maple trees. We did up a few jugs of maple syrup every year and my most favorite time was when it was just starting to thicken in the big kettle out in the bush. Reg would dump it on top of a cup of fresh snow and give it to us young ones to eat. It was a treat that we all looked forward to, that’s for sure.
I guess some folks would say it’s not a life by today’s measures but for me looking back, I had everything and more than a young fella could ask for. I had a good home, warm, clean and lots of food, with folks around that cared for me.
Along with that, they taught me the real values in life and how to enjoy each and every day. Sure I had my chores to do but you know, I looked forward in doing them. Every day working with the animals, making sure they were fed and cared for, gave me a feeling of accomplishment.
My rewards were many, no, not with money but with a family, friends and critters of all kinds, along with Mother Nature thrown in to boot. Yep life was good.
Well there you have it, how us country folks lived, with out the corner store.
In Closing I Would Like To wish You Well.