Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1921-12-22

God bless them there were warm hearts; ana
there 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 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 was the warm color like the hre In
the chimney and Fknow no 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
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 botherng 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 II no two ever
did the same thing, or believed the same thing,
<or wore the same coat, or, for that matter loved
the same person? The old-time people had rea-
:son for the catechism. 1t good one. 1t kept
them all together, like 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 a
great butternut. Do you know there is no tree In
all the world so homefu as butternut? Its arms
are like those of father, and 1t has not stngy
trait about it. Then you should lie, as have, In
September, and hear Of night the nuts falling
Rat tat tat until our dreams were full of the
lows of the morning; or. for that matter, even Of
the puddings which should come Of 1t when the
meats were enough to fill big bowl. Yes, indeed!
q butternut pudding, with plenty or 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 so that we could
walk up them and sit with the birds. l. when
boy, knew a robin so well that she built her nest
y oP, yhi 10
m her To the side Of the orchard stood fine
grove OF basswood, In which were fifty hives OF
haes in two long houses-two rows in each house.
There is nothing wonderful In the world as an
apple orchard in blossom. 1t Is tit for worship
The trees are friendly and hearty. Their arms
come low down to the ground, as II reaching arter
ms. What wealth of blossom! There is no sugges-
t,on Of nIggardliness All, even now I the
old grandmother in her chair, when the petals
came down In q 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 frutt,
n was out Of our hearts. But how shall l ever
oct 10 New Years at this rate for ! am not yet
half around the house and my soul will not let
ma hurry on To see things and hear things when
they happen IS we'll enough but. all, to have them
I'm 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 was where the little
mother had her pinks, and peoples, and bachelor
buttons and cinnamon roses and johnnie-jump-
ups. It was place of marvellous beauty, and of
marvellous work--of that l can testify. But it
was delicious in the early morning, before the day
was ON q gridiron-and again after sundOwn. You
sbould have seen the little mother and Granny
WiuIams or some other one, going about this
treasure island in the midst of the world "Ah
this," and "Ah that! ut smells like a fresh
Young babe" said Granny Williams" Indeed"
said the little mother, ''but had not thought OF
that but as likely as not, for 1t has soft pnkish
yellow color" Then she would snuff at it, like
any professor examining a new chemical mixture