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From time to time, Merideth goes to what she jokingly calls, too grandly, the Old Homestead. This was such a weekend. She'd been extremely busy the last few weeks, what with the dress rehearsals, and then the jam-packed weekend of performances at the local community theater. This weekend was promising to be a lot quieter, and, on quiet weekends such as these--as an instructor at the two-year college out in Batavia, she gets summers off-- she likes to head down to the farm where her mom was born...it's an 83 acre tobacco farm, though tobacco hasn't been raised on it in almost 20 years. The tobacco barn is still there, though, and there is a well there and a root cellar with any number of canned vegetables left over from last fall...there is a small vegetable garden on the farm that she haphazardly tends, and, at the end of the season, she'll take a few days and do some canning. She would usually take a few books down with her so that she'd have something fun to read. She would also occasionally visit some of her cousins who still lived on farms nearby--at one time, the family owned a much larger tract of land that was purchased in the 1850's just before the Civil War (or the War Between the States, as a proper Southerner would have it), but it had been divided and subdivided over the several generations since that original purchase. [getting interrupted here...have to stop before I was ready] |
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5/15/2008 6:49 pm |
GOOD BLOG...INTERESTING Sentimental
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