Time....

I apologize for the lapse of Blog...somehow that just don't sound right does it? All I can say is I'm sorry....and there ain't enough hours in the day! I love to write, and I love to remember even more, but life and the bill collector are two things I barely cling to...and now a days stay ahead of..... pretty much in that order! That said...Barn day, always was good eatin in it's Sunday best. Since we "Sharecropped" we usually traded labor with "Family' and if someone got in a bind also with "Neighbors and Friends." You ate hearty at home, and usually when you got to where you was "fillin barns" that day, (Tobacco) there was hot coffee and biscuits to be filled with fatback, tomato, molasses, sausage, slathered in gravy, honey, butter, and best of all talk.....strange how talk and laughter can soothe over the hard times and the bad times....but it's that way with family and friends. Long bout ten in the morning at Uncle Pages, he would go to Hines Store for a soft drink....everyone got polled for what they wanted...all requests wrote down on a paper sack, and "if they had it they had it" which wasn't all that often. Coke you could be sure of, maybe Pepsi and RC, but Nehi Orange and Grape , and Sun Drop was never for sure. Aunt Juanita would make biscuits filled with potatoes fried in lard and topped with crispy fatback....there was homemade butter handy...and I would slip to the garden for a tomato off the vine sliced by my rusty ( yep rusty, not trusty) pocket knife and it was better than a slice of cake..can't say how...but it was. People, regardless of their status....for ten to fifteen minutes at a time, live a wonderful life...it sounds far too simple but I guess, life for the most part is lived ten to fifteen minutes at a time....