Me and daddy used to go 4-5 times per year to visit papa and Zora. And sometimes Uncle Marion would go too. They lived on the very top of a tall mountain. Beautiful scenery. Really rocky. Rocks everywhere. OMG, she made the best biscuits... to die for. I remember her rolling out the dough. Fresh ones at every meal (probably none left over cause they were so wonderful). And she had a large (seemed large) strawberry patch. She "put up" her own preserves and those preserves were better than wonderful. (She was later found dead in the strawberry patch, Papa had already moved to Florida, he took a bus to come to her funeral.) Especially smeared on those biscuits. They always had fresh apples. Stored in the "cellar". Everything in the cellar stayed better cause it was so cool in there, but nothing ever froze. I think they had some apple trees.
They had bee hives to pollenate the bakky. 1/4 of an acre, wow it seemed liked miles and miles of bakky. Everything seems bigger when you are young. The bees would sting papa, and he would just pinch the bee and kill it.
Papa would correct my English. Once I used a double negative. And he corrected me. I had never heard of a double negative till then. He would read a lot too. Later I found out his father or grandfather was a schoolteacher.
He would listen to the radio every night. The ?black sauve hour or SOMETHING. I will try to remember the name. I think it was kind of like blue grass type of sound.
Boy am I pulling from way back in my memory. I can only remember bits and pieces. Maybe if I write it down I could get it in more accurate chronological order.
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