The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1922-01-14

selves! And under those caves
God bless them there were warm hearts; anu
there were also dOughnuts in huge piles, ana
pumpkin pies in rows and there were other com
forts for no one had then discovered bacteria ana
we were in no danger from eating good food.
When we got cold outdoors we could 60 inside
and be warmed internally. The house was painted
red for that was the warm color, like the nre IN
the chimney, and know no other reason why all
cld-time farm houses were OF that color. only
the front was white, and there were green blinds
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 1t; and believing
what others believe with just as little trouble
to yourself. It Is beautiful way OF keeping US
Ill alike for what might come OF it 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 oldtime people had rea-
con for the catechism. It was 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 i
great buttemut Do You know there is no tree In
all the world so homeful as butternut? Its arms
are Ike those Of father. and It has not stingy
trait about It. Then you should lie as have, In
HeQ86UDeIe u
Oh, one, or two. or 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 all big bowl. Yes. indeed!
4 butternut pudding. with plenty Of cider, ID
good even In dreamland. To the back Of the house
was an orchard, where Spitzenbergs and Pearmains
crew. Some Of the trees leaned so that we could
walk up them, and sit with the birds. !, when
boy knew robin 80 well that she built her nest
within Eve feet OF me- while whistled and talked
60 her. To the side Of the orchard stood fne
grove Of Eastwood, In which were fifty hives OF
bees, In two long houses-tw0 rows in each house.
There IL nothing so wonderful in the world as an
ample orchard In blossom. Il is At for worship.
The trees are friendly and hearty Their arms
come low down to the ground. as II reaching after
M What wealth Of blossom! There Is no sugges-
don Of niggatdliness An. even now see the
old erandmOther 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 aud when we boys came to their side and
brought the ripest Pearmains and Lady Sweets,
and otherwise identified them with the fruit.
# was out Of our hearts. But how shall ever
ret to New Years at this rate, for am not vet
half around the house. and my soul viii 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 pc aDle 70 call THEM OUT OF the
memory that is worth the while. lis better than
any ph0nograph.
There was an offset in the turf, just beyond
the harvest pear; and this was where the little
mother had her pinks, and poppies. and bachelor
buttonB and cinnamon roses, and johnnie jump
ms. Il was place Of marvellous beauty, and of
ma rveious work-of that can testify But 1t
was delicious In the early morning, before the day
was on gridiron--and again after shutdown. You
should have seen the little mother and Granny
Williams, or some other one, going about this
treashre island In the midst of the world. "Ah
tti,:eir and .Ah, thatl' 1T smells like fresh
young babe" said Granny Williams" Indeed"
said The little mother, s.bdt had not thought OF
mat brit as likely as not, for It has soft pfnkish
yellow color Then she would snuff at 1t. like
any professor examining new chemical mixture