Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1938-05-16
Grits and Gravel
(By T. MOSES JONES.)

(By T.. MOSES JONES.)
The Jones Twins reported several
days ago when they came back from
the country that Miss Lucy, the gos-
ling, was as large as an over-grOWn
| frying-sized chicken. I sure would
like to see her. Which all reminds
me that I have. just found a letter
down at the bottom of bunch OF
| letters that 1 have overlooked for
three weeks. And if Miss Maggie
writes me a letter, I surely do not in
tend to slight her, so here goes:
i Nelson, Va.
| April 20, 1887.
! Dear T. Moses:
Here comes that long looked for,
and long wished for letter that you
! said you wanted, telling about those
geese. -
: AS the story begins here: I set
fourteen goose eggs, and ten finally
Matched. But it took them just about
week to finish Matching after they
started, as one at a time would peep
out. They all lived and were the
prettiest little things until one morn
ing NV niece went out and turned
them out.
she SAID she put them out one by
one and they all went on eating up
storm. In a little while I found
| Two of them in the old nest where
! they were Matched, on their backs as
+, dead as hammer. During that day
tive died. They would all be found
on their backs. And from then on,
one at a time would be found dead.
One rainy afternoon one Matched
out just before night so I decided I
would sleep with that little one so ne
would not get drowned. I said when
| [ went to bed that if all the others
drowned, I'd still have one. So at three
O'Clock 1 awoke and shook the little
goslinS and it wouldn't say word.
had wrapped it up so tight 1 could
hardly find it. It had died. for the
want Of air. I was so sorry that
started to cry, but decided that would
do no good, so I did not. Anyway,
| all of them died but one, and that one
seems to be SO happy with two moth
ers and daddy to look after it.
SO if you will name mine a real
| good name, someone might give you
| a prize. I just hope and hope and
| hope that yours lives 20 get grown.
/ like to raise geese but don't know
why they died, last year not one of
my little ones even got sick.
We have two baby kittens here,
| and a mother. The mother is called
F'risky, Whimpy, Pop-eye, and Sweet
! pea, but her real name is Frisky.
| Well, I just hope that my name
wins, because 1 am so sad about
| my little geese what tumbled over
| dead.
| So long until next time.
| Still friend,
| (MISS) MAGGIE GARRETT.
And to those who do not know Miss
Maggie, want to tell them some
thing about her. She is a grown lady
who loves children and pets. She
helped raise her rynieces, Miss Susie
| Buchanan, who lost her mother when
she was very young. Miss Maggie is
| one of the Missionary Society ladies
of Grassy Creek Church, and saw to
it that your Old 2 Nose had all the
Brunswick stew and ice cream that he
| wanted, two years. ago at their Sun
] day School picnic. That day some
of the men held me and young lady
Miss Lucille Pittard, poked half q
loaf of plain dry bread down my
| throat. p
Last year I missed the picnic as il
was held on the very day trat the
+, Jones Family went off for a couple OF
days to the country on visit. We
had planned the trip before we knew
| of the picnic, and could not change
our plans. Yes, Miss Maggie likes
pets, and just cannot help it. Our
wins had pet puppy several years
ago, but it died. They named it Val
entine because it was white with a
black heart on one of it's sides. AND
they sure did cry when it died.
I know a grown man who worked
a mule for twenty-nine years, and
when the mule died he almost fell
ike one Of the family had died. He
~eally loved that muie. He has asked
me to fix up some verses about the
Wholesome kind of obituary, I sup
pose-so at first I thought he was
Just joking, but I really found out
that he is in earnest. So if you SET
memory of a mule, please do not take
it as~one. of my many foolish pranks
and please also DID not think that
have YET gone the other-hali
CRACKED.
Yesterday Gas L wrote this Satur
day. Friday the thirteenth, surely
proved LUCKY for one man. r. w
Ramsey of Charlotte, N. c., turned
his car over several times about five
miles on the Roxboro road from here
He crouched down in the foot of the
car when he saw it was going t.
wreck. which saved his life. He re
ceived small scratch on his wrist
and his coat-tail was torn into
shreds. Otherwise he was clothed
and in his right mind. His car was
collapsed like you would take an axe
and beat a tin can into about hall