Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-05-24
Grits and Gravel
(By T. MOSES JONES. }

which l shall try to tell about. We had
finished dinner and wanted to go ont
to my Brother Bills and see him ant
Bee. Jack Sage had told us some time
ago that he would be glad to take us
somewhere when we wanted to go, as
his nearest relative, besides his wife
and two children, was a brother at
Columbia, S. c., and another at
Phoenix, Arizona. His wifes people
live at Atlanta, so they have no re-
latives in the whole state to run over
to see. His folks live at Macon, Ca
We told him that we would gladly
furnish the relatives if he would :-ur-
nish the transportation. So L called
Jack on the phone and ne said ne
would be over shortly. His Wife and
| children were on Il visit 10 Atlanta
and he was ~ himself, and said he
glad of chance of somewhere 20 60
! Mrs. Jones, myself, and the twins
) jumped in the car by the time nc
stopped, and we were on our way. The
; twins had packed their clothes 10
spend week out there, and also their
fishing outfit. 1t wasn't long before
we drove up, down the driveway, and
watching the crop grow.
We walked just beyond the back
door to the springs (thcre are severan
and get a cool drink Of water, which
heats town water. In five minutes Bob
had caught two bull-frogs with his
hands from the branch, and he and
DIN were running the minnows and
craw-fish I'll up and lown The branch
We walked through the woods to
the farther fields and Bill seems TO
| have n right good stand of tobacco.
| \ creek full a. rocks, CLAIMS, ieeches
and waterspid,rs runs through his
farm.
| Ell and Jack had much in common
! to TALK about as both had lived or
|. ira yelcd a lot in Texas and Arizona
Nearly everything but the chickens
has a name on Bills farm. The four
cows are Pansy Lucy, Fat and Hen
| rictta, and the little calf was named
Cherry because it was red.
The mules are Kit and Rhody, and
dog is Jerry. The three cats are
Nebuchadnezzar, Lucinda and Belt
Shazzar.
One hen hates to give her chickens
d
chickens almost frying-size. The hens
don't other to lay in the nests but
just make new nests every day in
the thicket nearby, and, as the boys
staid out there, they will have the
job of finding the eggs.
| When it was about time for us to
come home, they insisted on us stay
ing to supper and it did not take very
much insistence to make us do So
And before long we had a nice supper
waiting which all of us tremendously
devoured: hot coffee with real cream
plus sugar; hot biscuits that melted
the good country butter; good old
fried country bacon; fresh country
hen eggs taken right out of the nest
and a whole frying-pan full of them
scrambled in hot butter; a big dish
of thickening gravy (and you should
have seen all of us sopping our bis
cults in, the gravy. l believe the et;-
quetical name of that is dunking. We
/ also had strawberry preserves and
when 1 found out they had some to
spare, asked for big bowl of claI-
her, We had berries for dessert.
Jack Sage had never before heard
afraid to risk it. And 1 sat there and
laughed at him through the whole
meal as he stirred his coffee and held
his cup in his left hand. l asked him
| if he wrote left-handed and he said
he did. once knew a lady who was
very sensitive about being left-handed
which fact l did not know. So l wrote
| her up about it and that part of my
story was censored and not printed.
But l look on being left-handed as
! quite an accomplishment instead of
| being a deformity. Anyway, Jack did
as well with his left hand as any of
| the rest of us did with our right hand.
| About eight-thirty we told them and
The Twins goodbye and left for town.
think Mr.. Sage really enjoyed the
trip. 1 just can't imagine how any
one would feel if they were far away
from all their folks, as we have lieer-
ally hundreds of relatives.
| c. B. Hunt does not have to have a
gun to go hunting, and | see now why
an automobile is called a deadly wea-
pom. The other day G. B. was off or
a trip and quail flew right into his
car radiator, meeting an instant and
| untimely death. OF course, G. B.,
threw the bird away as it is out of
season to kill birds now.
Mack Woody, of Hicksboro, says he
enjoys those pieces about old family
history, so some one else will have to
write us and tell us some more Vance
county history of ancient days. 1t still
seems impossible to make you believe
| that this is your column instead of
mine, but haven't quite given UP
hope Saw a nice column of Hicks
boro News in a recent issue of the
Dispatch written by Miss Florence
| Woody. 1 used to travel through
through Hicksboro when l took the
mail for Daddy Jones, and | know
many of the folks around in that Sec
ton. .-ee
Some folks make light of country
] items and call them buggy rides" but,
not meaning any reflection on any
Il ,>or+ IF tho NOUS I think those so