Hopkins store sits right on route 8 in the Buffalo Ridge community. It's nice to see it with a fresh coat of paint. For years it sat with paint pealing and I thought , well one day somebody will think it an eye sore and want to tear it down.Bless the one who saw fit to save it and picked up that paint brush. Job well done.
I can remember when it was still a working store. Every Sunday moma would take me to Floyd see her grandma. Granny Boyd I called her.Although her name was Beaulah Epperly.After her first husband, Charlie Boyd, passed on she married Posey Epperly.
Now granny and Posey's house was fun. They had everything we didn't.Land to run around on,cows, a big old white cat and a refridgerator full of 10 ounce bottles Dr Pepper in the basement.Granny was a firm believer in that children should always drink milk. I didn't like granny's milk. You see granny bought milk from a lady named Lillian Haden.She lived a farm or two down from granny and she raised milk cows. Seemed like she charged 25 cents a gallon if you brought your own jugs. Always after supper and after suffering through a glass of that straight from the cow milk,Posey and I would would slip off to the fridge in the basement. There Posey would open the fridge,reach in and feel for the two coldest bootles.He would then pull the caps from both and hand one to me. Then we would walk over to the door that lead outside and as he unlocked and opened it he would always say"Don't let her(granny) catch you with this pop".I would go out the door and up the steps as fast as I could.To the left of the house under the grape vines is where I would hide. I wonder if she ever knew.
Friday, October 12, 2007
The good old days...
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My eyes are filled with tears, happy and sad tears. You were so little and I can hear Granny and Posey just as you said. I can close my eyes and see the house and all the cows. Remember when we helped to move them from one field to another? Remember Granny's fried chicken, cube steak with gravy and there was always tater's and beans of some kind.
In the summer we would go to Granny's and help pick corn, pick beans or pick up potatoes after Posey would dig them up. For hours we would string the beans and get them ready to go into an old washtub that was probably older than me. Posey would stand guard and keep them at a steady boil for 3 hours to make sure they would keep. Like little soldiers we would line them up on the shelves in the basement to wait until they were needed for a meal.
The good old days is right. I miss the good old days. I miss Granny and Posey. I miss you at age 7-8 running through the fields.I miss that little 'tom boy' age but I truly love the beautiful young woman that you have grown into. I love you Jenny.
Mom
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