The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1921-12-31

Cod hless them there were warm hearts and
there were also doughnuts in huge pies anu
pumpkin pies in rows and there were otner CON-
forts, for no one had then discovered bacteria ana
we were in no danger from eating good 1000
When we got cold outdoors we could go INSIDE
and be warmed internally. The house was painted
red for that was the warm color, like the fire IN
the chimney, and l know no other reason why all
old time farm houses were OF that color only
the front was white, and there were green Diinds-
/ think it 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 a beautiful way Of keeping US
oil alike, for what might come OF 1t II no two ever
did the same thing, believed the same thing,
or wore the same coat or, for that matter, loved
the same person? The old-time people had q rea-
son for the catechism. It was a 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 q
great butternut. Do you know there is no tree 10
all the world homeful butternut? Its arms
are like those Of father, and 1t has not stingy
trait about 1t. Then you should lie as I have, In
September and hear of a night the nuts falling
of, one, two. three at time on the roof
Rat tat tat, until our dreams were full Of the
Joys of the morning; or, for that matter even OF
the buildings, which should come OF 1t when the
meats were enough to fill big bowl. Yes. indeed!
Z 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 Seine of the trees leaned so that we could
walk I'D them and sit with the birds. l, when
boy knew 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 nne
grove Of Eastwood, in which were fifty hives OF
bees In two long houses-two rows In each house.
There is nothing so wonderful In the world as an
annie orchard In blossom. It Is fit for worship.
The trees are friendly and hearty. Their arms
come low down to the ground, as II reaching AFTER
u.s. 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 a 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 Slde ana
brought the ripest Pearmains and Lady Sweets
and otherwise identified them with the fruit,
N was out of our hearts But how shall ever
get to New Years at this rate for am not yet
half around the house, and my soul VIII not let
me hurry on. To 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. IT'S better than
any monograph.
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. and cinnamon roses, and 5Ohnnie-1ump
UPS It was place Of marvellous beauty, and OF
marvellous work-of that / can testify. But 1t
was delicious in the early morning, before the day
was on a gridiron-and again after shutdown. You
should have seen the little mother and Granny
Williams or other one, going about this
treasure island in the midst of the world. "Ah,
this I" and "Ah, that" ut smells like fresh
Young babe" said Granny Williams" Indeed"
said the little mother 'but had not thought of
that but. likely not, for 1t has soft pinkish
yellow color Then she would snuff at it. like
any professor examining new chemical mixture.