While trying to ease my anger at Obama's EPA affirming Obama's determination to "crucify the oil companies," I turned my mind to pleasant memories. Every time Grandma Berry visited us on the farm she would prevail on us to get her some sacks of "black magic" fertilizer, which was well composted horse manure., to take back to Shreveport. She took the name from a brand of marketed fertilizer. She was successful in growing flowers, but then she and all six of her daughters had the proverbial green thumb. Some people in Homer who knew her when they lived on a farm remembered her as always looking very neat and well groomed.
When she would visit us for a week or so she would send me back from the table at noon if I didn't have my hair combed, and not just a lick and a promise but neat. At her house when a large family group was there for dinner, kids ate first, men second, and women last.
I was in New York on an industrial prospecting trip when I got the word she had died. She had fallen breaking her body. She was 96.
When she would visit us for a week or so she would send me back from the table at noon if I didn't have my hair combed, and not just a lick and a promise but neat. At her house when a large family group was there for dinner, kids ate first, men second, and women last.
I was in New York on an industrial prospecting trip when I got the word she had died. She had fallen breaking her body. She was 96.
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