Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1921-12-29

God bless them there were warm hearts; ana
theref were also doughnuts in huge piles and
pumpkin pies In rows and there were other COM
FORTS for no one had then discovered bacteria, and
we in danger from eating good food
When got cold outdoors we could go inside
and be warmed internally. The house painted
red, for that the warm color, like the fire In
the chimney, and know other reason why all
old-time farm houses of that color. Only
the front was white, and there were green blinds
l think 1t was the fashion, and the time never
was when anyone would be out of fashiOn-in-
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 come of 1t If two
did the same thing, believed the thing,
or wore the same coat, or, for that matter, loved
the same person? The oldtime people had rea-
son for the catechism. 1t good one. 1t kept
them all together, like a regiment. Nowadays
there are some who would even throw away the
dictionary and spell the Lord knows how-just as
each one pleases.
Over the double door reached the big arms Of
great butternut Do you know there is no tree In
all the world so homefnl a butternut? Its arms
are like those of father, and it has not stingy
trait about it. Then you should lie, as I have in
September, and hear of night the nuts falling
off, one, or two, or three at time the roof.
Rat, tat, tat. until our dreams were full of the
joys of the morning; or, for that matter, even of
the puddings, which should come of it when the
meats were enough to fill big bowl. Yes indeed!
butternut pudding, with a plenty of cider is
good even In dreamland. To the back Of the house
was orchard, where Spitzenbergs and Pearmains
grew. Some Of the trees leaned so that we could
walk up them and sit with the birds. l. when a
boy, knew a robin so well 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 fifty hives of
bees, in two long houses-two rows in each house.
There is nothing wonderful in the world as an
apple orchard in blossom. 1t is fit for worship
The trees friendly and hearty. Their arms
come low down to the ground as If reaching after
us. What wealth of blossom! There is no sugges.
ton Of niggardliness All, even now / see the
old grandmother in her chair when the petals
came down in great shower and laid lovingly on
her white hair. And the blessed mother beside
her also. Nature loved them. There was sweet
fitness, and when we boys came to their side and
brought the rpest Pearmains and Lady Sweets
and otherwise Identified them with the fruit
1t was out of our 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, ah, to have them
in ones self and be able to call them out of the
memory that is worth the while. 'Tis better than
any phonograph
There was an offset In the turf Just beyond
the harvest pear; and this where the little
mother had her pinks, and poppies and bachelor
buttons, and cinnamon roses, and johnnie-iump-
ups. 1t was place of marvellous beauty and of
marvellous work-Of that l testify But it
was delicious in the early morning, before the day
was a gridirOn-and again after sundown You
should have seen the little mother and GRANNY
Williams other one. going about this
treasure island in the midst of the world. "Ah
thisp and "Ah, thatw "It smells like a fresh
young babe" said Granny Williams" Indeed -
said the little mother, "but 1 had not thought OF
that; but, likely not, for it has soft pinkish
yellow color" Then she would snuff at it, like
any professor examining a new chemical mixture.