Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-07-15
Grits and Gravel
(By T. MOSES JONES.

I Uncle Marvin Hester or Los Angeles
that was in this column some weeks
ago? Well anyway it told or ,ths
katy-dids of fifty years ago. i hearu
those same-sounding little animals
a-hollering last night out at the cur
ing barns. We all went out home
yesterday, and we boys sat up at the
barns until late, each Wrapped around
a bed quilt
Mamma and Daddy Jones went out
there, too, and my sister and neg
husband. We played marbles IN the
afternoon and then ate fried chick
| en- supper and they had home mace
| ice-cream. At the barns after supper
we made some manner OF music ana
| the boys tried to sing.
| ii doesn't seem possible for it to be
almost dry out there, just fourteen
miles from here, while we have had
| two or three hard rains week for
a month or more, and it seems that
more water fell at = those different
times than could conveniently find its
way back to the ocean.
Frank Averette and Jules Hight
| spoke as though they really needed
rain in their two different communi-
ties And it is cloudy now, so more
rain fight fall and hope those who
need it will get some of the next
water that falls.
The mammoth machines of differ
emf kinds are working on the road
from here to Wilton. Scoops that
scrape up and carry what looks like
a ton or two of dirt at a time. And
some of these days we will really
have a hard-surface road all the way
from here to Wilton.
For several weeks there have been
two old-field rabbits eating and run
ming around in our yard late in the
afternoons and early every morning
Somebody's old no-count hound ran
UP and atrociously devoured one OF
them the other night. If I had had
gun in my hands at that moment,
that hound would suddenly have ceas-
ed being, or I would have badly miss
ed my aim. And this morning an
other somebody's dog was chasing
the other one. 1t just looks like us
Joneses just can't have the luck to
keep any pets. Something is bound
to happen to whatever we choose for
pet.
Even to my beautiful, double tiger
lilies, the snails have crawled down
to the very bulb and are eating them.
I'll lust bet that if l had two carved
lions made of stone on the arms of
our front steps, that someone would
steal them.
But I had better cheer up, and hope
that the worst has passed, instead of
sCTho ic x,Qt tA r. "
AS 1 surely hope it has alreday come
Some days ago the operator told
me that he attended the big Fourth
of July celebration at Burnside, and
that he would nevermore chide me
for mentioning all those good things
to eat that sometimes get recalled
in thi scolumn. He said that he
sat with his back propped against a
big oak tree and ate and ate and ate,
all the time. thinking of me. And
now he knows. "all kings horses and
I'll kings meK cannot puff that PRETTY
picture out Of his mind again.
A carload of folks are leaving for
Canada in a. few days. I just know
they will have the time of their life
But before I would go to Europe or
any other really foreign country, I
think I would take in a few thou
sand miles of Canada and Alaska
first. That trip has always been a
day-dream + (no, I didn't say pipe
dreamy in my mind.
| You remember the letter from my
worth while in this column, l will be
| bound to close.
T. MOSES JONES.