Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1917-12-12
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Editor Keowee Courier: The best
fall and winter garden that have
seen I noted last week at the home
of Walker Bearden, of Oakway. Mr..
Bearden Is a contractor by trade, but
Mrs. Bearden is an expert gardener.
She showed me into the garden, and
there / saw the largest rutabagas
that | have ever seen We weighed
one, and it. tipped the. scales at nine
pounds She gave lie three that
weighed % pounds, and "a head of
cabbage that weighed eight pounds;
the three rutabagas and one head Of
cabbage weighed just 80 pounds at
Westminster. How Is that for
"high"?
Mrs. Bearden hasa garden of col
lards, and large turnip patch, aside
from the garden, where grows the
mammoth cabbage and rutabagas;
and added to this she has a pen of
fine hogs. Won't that be a fine va
riety-hog and hominy, rutabagas
and cabbage? No "Tanlac" needed
there.
Mrs. Bearden is going to move her
garden of rutabagas into banks or
house them; she is going to ''put up
lot Of sauer kraut in sacks" So,
you see, this fall garden will keep
the family in wholesome vegetables
until we'll up in the spring.
The most of the gardens that l see
now are nothing but old scabs, dead
grass and weeds. Go ask Mrs. Wal
ker Bearden to tell you how to have
green, growing garden all the year
round.
give Mrs. Bearden all the credit
for the fine crop in the garden, but
Walker did lay-off the rows.
After looking at all these things
the cabbage, rutabagas, collards, pur-
ple-tor turnips and fat hogs-it made
us feel real hungry, and we began to
long for the "fesh-pots Of Egypt"
And on returning to the house we
sat down by blazing-hot fire Of hick-
ory wood for short time, and then
supper was announced. And what a
good, old-time, ante-bellum supper it
was There was only one thing
lacking, and that was a fat 'possum,
and they would have had that but the
dog wouldn't tree up the right tree.
Grundy Hill, the father Of Mrs.
Bearden, from North Carolina, is
spending some time with the family.
He Is a gentleman Of the old school
and Is we'll informed on all the topics
Of the, day, both State and national.
He is a man with bright mind, and
Is fluent talker. He served in the
Army Of Northern Virginia and can
tell Of many close calls and thrilling
adventures during the bloody strug-
sic Of the sixties, and he carries on
his body bullet scars that money
couldn't buy, which are letters of
nobility. He has travelled extensive
ly. aid his memory is remarkably
good for man of his age. His chill
dren, believe, are all married ex-
cept two, and they are scattered from
Maine to California, and from Chesa-
peake Bay to the Rio Grande.
A mans home is where he places
his shingle, bakes his bread and pulls
off his shoes. That is his CASTLE and
no man can put him out: and that
castle can be beautified according to
the wish and taste of the occupants,
end with every good thing to. eat
that can be grown out of the ground,
If they will it that way, for there is
more in the man than in the land.
Mr.. and Mrs. Bearden have large
family of hale, hearty children.
Their. culver is full
j. Russell Wright.
Seneca, S. c., RED.