The Shaker tractor
The faithful oxen so useful for so much in the day.
Monday, October 21, 2024
Judy Hancock
Tracks of her by john clare
Osceola and his friends in her woods still roam...Mostly along the trail of deer and bear...In unseen silence I know they are there....Its but a faint whisp carrying them along....Early if you come just before the dawn....before the lifting of the misty....You can see the tracks of Judy....softly with her puppy tagging along....
Vote
Today is the first day of early voting. I texted my neighbor to take me when he goes. He hasn’t replied.
Sister and i will go tomorrow if not today i suppose.
MAGA.
Melanie voted. Said it was steady.
Sunday, October 20, 2024
Homecoming
Today we went to the Bronson Baptist homecoming. Mark Conrad former Pastor spoke and his daughter sang. It is the closest thing to a church home since we go with Melanies mother. They had dinner on the ground.
We then took a test drive of Carols Buick MKX we are planning to buy. We rode out to the cemetery then the Devils Den ROAD.
I texted Ray when i got home and hopefully Tuesday we will get some of his chickens.
Saturday, October 19, 2024
Saturday, Saturday
Cool enough for long sleeves as i watched the moon set and hoped for jets to intersect. There are less planes these days. Melanie helping rake off the chicken pen and cut up limbs.
Friday, October 18, 2024
John Sauls
John came over and helped with several projects. Got the camera outside down to recharge, bought me a rain gauge and installed it, cut some bamboo, will help with the generator oil change, etc.
Harvest moon
I enjoy full moon waning days for you can see the moon in the morning as it sits with daylight.
Mamma’s place
Ives on Vickers
In 1979, after two tumultuous years at “first” church battling song selection and aghastment over wearing Goodwill coats instead of vestal robes in the pulpit, and after the pulpit committee insisted he be moved, Quincy being the place, my father called it quits. With Meme still teaching at Summers, a house would have to be found, something they hadn’t done since 1948. After looking up and down St Johns, a house that once belonged to Tommy Ives mother beside a then dirt St Johns and Vickers was decided on for 16,000. It was a mess, full of dust from the dirt. Money was slim for upgrades. Fortunately, there was now time to improve upon the old 100 year place in Crawfordville they purchased in the early 50’s upon moving to Sopchoppy. My dad spent most of his time there, while Meme stayed in the old cold house and made lasting friendships with Lou Ellis and Gladys next door. Every night she would walk over with sweets and the lottery tickets she has purchased for the ladies and catch up on the news and see if they were millionaires. Slowly the old dusty home was fixed up some, the roads paved and life was good for the time.
The Grays
The Grays...
by john clare
From distant galaxies they made their way
A silent but steady invasion from deep space
From the outermost realms came the grays
Creatures mingling with the human race.
In the beginning how humble they were
Wisdom imparting to the innocent ones
Intentions promised noble and beyond pure
Captivating, we lost the meaning of run.
Slowly the transformation began
The grays taking on the appearance of men
A few warned that all was not so grand
That life as we knew was nearing an end.
But the gold from the grays we sought
Hooked upon what tasted of milk and honey
As slowly their alien plans were wrought
upon a race once so seemingly free.
To distant hills and caves a remnant fled
Fled the very day the grays did land
Upon the dew and word they were fed
Not a sign of leperous gray upon any hand.
As for those left mingling with the grays
Constant was their gaze into the mirror
Applying constantly the Grecian they prayed
Vainly trying to mask the gray once so pure.
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