The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1921-12-22

God bless them!-there were warm hearts; and
there were also dOughnuts in huge piles, ana
pumpkin pies in rows: and there were other COM
forts for one had then discovered bacteria, ana
we were in no danger from eating good food
When we got cold outdoors we could go INSIDE
and be warmed internally The house was painted
red, for that the warm color, like the nre In
the chimney, and l know other reason why all
Old-time farm houses were Of that color. only
the front white and there were green blinds
I think it was the fashion, and the time never
when anyone would be out of fashion-n-
novators and radicals excepted. Fashion you
must know, is simply doing what others do. and
not bothering your head about it, and believing
what others believe, with just as little trouble
to yourself. 1t is beautiful way of keeping us
all alike, for what might of it if no two ever
did the thing, believed the same thing,
the same coat, or, for that matter, loved
the same person? The Old-time people had a rea-
son for the catechism. 1t good one 1t kept
them all together, like a regiment. Nowadays
there who would even throw away the
dictionary and spell the Lord knows how-just
each pleases.
Over the double door reached the big arms of
great butternut. Do you know there is no tree in
all the world so hOmeful q butternut? Its arms
like those of father, and it has not stingy
trait about it. Then you should lie. l have, in
September, and hear Of a night the nuts falling
off, one or two, or three at time on the roof
Rat tat tat until dreams were full of the
joys of the morning; or, for that matter, even Of
the buildings, which should come of it when the
meats enough to fill big bowl Yes, indeed!
a butternut pudding, with plenty Of cider, is
good even in dreamland. To the back of the house
was an orchard where Spitzenbergs and Pearmains
grew. Some of the trees leaned that could
walk up them and sit with the birds. l, when
boy, knew a robin we'll that she built her nest
within five feet of me, while WhiStled and talked
to her. To the side of the orchard stood fine
grove of Eastwood. in which were fifty hives of
bees in two long hOuses-twO rows in each house.
There is nothing wonderful In the world
apple orchard in blossom. 1t is fit for worship.
The trees friendly and hearty. Their
come low down to the ground, as If reaching after
us. What wealth of blossom! There is sugges-
ton of niggardiness. All, even now I the
old grandmother in her chair, when the petals
came down in great shower and laid lovingly
her white hair And the blessed mother beside
her ALSO Nature loved them. There sweet
fitness, and when we boys came to their side and
brought the ripest Pearmains and Lady Sweets
and otherwise identified them with the fruit
1t was out Of hearts. But how shall ever
get to New Years at this rate, for / am not vet
half around the house, and my soul will not let
me hurry on. To see things and hear things when
they happen is well enough; but, an, to have them
In ones self ard be able to call them out of the
memory, that is worth the while. TITS better than
any photograph.
There was an offset in the turf just beyond
the harvest pear; and this was where the little
mother had her pinks, and peoples, and bachelor
buttons, aid cinnamon roses, and johnnie Jump
ups. It place of marvellous beauty and of
marvellous wOrk-of that l can testify But it
delicious in the early morning, before the day
was on gridiron-and again after sumo wn You
should have seen the little mother and Granny
Williams, or some other one going about this
treasure island in the midst of the world. "Ah
this!" and "Ah, that!" 1T smells like fresh
young babe" said Granny Williams" Indeed"
said the little mother, "but had not thought OF
that; but as likely not for it has soft pinkish
yellow color" Then she would snuff at it, like
any professor examining new chemical mixture.