Each year Spring comes quietly and we can only guess what temperature the weather will be here in the South. Will it be cool enough for a sweater in the mornings? Only to find ourselves taking it off around lunch time. When Spring arrives, I can't help but know that my PawPaw could be described in today's world as a naturalist who learned to live off the land at an early age. He was born on a farm in Collinsville, Al where he lived until he married my grandmother. There were 12 children in his family. I think he was picking cotton by the age of four! And his family always had a garden and raised chickens, too.
As a young child, I thought all grandpa's were like mine. On his small one-half acre he grew peaches, apples , pecans, black walnuts, grapes, plums, onions, tomatoes, green beans, squash, peanuts, potatoes, and more than I can even name. He owned a little red tractor and I spent many hours riding in his lap as he plowed the land.
Many times he would dry the fruit on his front porch, and later make the most delicious fried pies, and jams. I'll never forget one of the last times he visited me and delivered a plateful of peach pies he had cooked himself. They were very crisp on the outside and so sweet and juicy on the inside.
My grandparents lived in a small house up near Noccalula Falls and I don't think I appreciated all his talents until I was an adult and learned that tilling the land was not easy! I've planted a few small vegetable gardens and it's a hard, sweaty job.
My grandparents gave me more than a fun place to visit. They also instilled in me a garden of dreams and for that I am very grateful.
Building memories with my grandchildren is an important part of my life. I'm saving photographs and someday they may be interested in the memories we have made together.
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