Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Family Memory Jog, a Rock Pile ~~ Warm Heart Wednesday No. 009
These rocks were brought to Texas from the grove at our farm in Nebraska. Both my sister, Lois, and I, were born in the farmhouse there and lived with our parents until we left home for college. Neither of us would come back except to visit.
Dad collected the rocks out of the fields where he grew corn, oats, clover, and hay. When he would plow, every now and then one would surface. Since the farm had been tilled beginning in the 1840's or 1850's, most of the rocks had already been found and removed. But some still surfaced when Grandpa, and then Dad, begin farming there in the 1920's.
Dad and Mom shared the rock pile on the farm. Every now and then Mom would take a rock away to place where it would look comfortable. Dad moved a whole bunch of them to the coral east of the barn. 'Someday' the rest would come in handy for ... ?
Mrs. Jim and I would move as many of the rocks as would fit in our trunk without loading the car down too much at a time down to Texas when we finished a Nebraska visit. What were left sold at the farm auction in two lots, the pile and those in the coral.
We had most of them in our garage until we moved to Katy (Texas) last August. Son, Tim, loaned us his pickup for things the mover didn't get moved. Right away, since we had this nice bed in the left of our back yard, I hauled them back in our little red wagon.
Mostly when I think of them I think of Dad loading them onto his horse drawn sledge and brining them to the farmyard. Then I get to thinking of Mom. I know she liked the rocks but I'm not sure what for.
What does your rock pile look like?
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Have a fabulous day Jim. ☺
I went to an estate sale shortly before Christmas. The man had been a geologist and collected rocks. They were selling them, but there were thousands and I wondered what they'd do with the leftovers after the sale. I think he had bought most of them. There's no way they would have all sold. I had never seen anything like it before. I guess they could have donated them to a school...or buried them.
I enjoyed coming by your blog as well. Have a wonderful Thursday.
The View from the Top of the Ladder
I love the comment about moving a rock to look more comfortable.
And the fact that you saved them and hauled them around.
I swear there is stored memory magic in rocks like that.
You can sit there in the afternoon sunshine and place your hands on them and it's like a transporter to a different time and place.
This post truly made me smile and warmed my heart.
Thank you and
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