News has gotten about as scarce as hens teeth around here. I rarely go anyplace nor see many folks and sometimes if I could think of anything to put on paper probably nobody would be interested. It seems that all of us want to read news but we do not want to be the news, Melba Duran and I fail to understand why Jack and Beamon planted gardens this year unless it was for the exercise they got. I doubt I would work as hard as they both did for as little as they reaped. Of course, the rains were not anticipated. Water is always needed to make farming easier but then a year like this one comes along and if there is any produce to come off the vines, all of it is waterlogged. Beamon got few tomatoes from the near hundred plants put in the ground.
He had one watermelon in the vines and I think it just came up from last year on its own. Very few cantaloupes made it and they looked like rejects. Jack came over one evening to bring some cucumbers and related his tale of woe. He had beautiful rows of purple hull peas when he went to bed one night and they ware just ready to fill out. During the night the deer had come calling and Jack was pea-less. They snatched every one of the delectable treasures off the vines. Then he got an electric fence in place but it was too
late. A sure case of locking the barn door after the horse was out and gone.
Jack said he had tomatoes on the patio in huge flower pots and Beamon says he thinks that is the route he will take next year. After all these setbacks, how can they even think about planting anything next spring? A good farmer I do not make.
I think so often about our history books reporting of the crops from years ago drying up from lack of rain or being eaten up by grasshoppers and such. But back then folks had a great incentive to try again with a crop because they had neither grocery stores nor fast food eateries to dash to for their next meal. Come to think of it, pictures from long ago do not show many fat people so maybe pests and droughts are good things. And those folks from back then had to work for anything they put on the table. A drastic difference in then and now.
Members of the classes of 1966 and 1967 met for a class reunion at the Huntington High School. I heard some bragging about David Calhoun's Texas Caterers and the food they supplied.
Teacher guests were Ed and Betty Hale of Huntington; classmates and guests were Mike and Marjane Green, League City; Johnnie Weaver Johnson, Kenneth and Karherin Marshall, Zavalla; Paul and Joyce Russell Tucker, Etoile; Glenn and Bonita Simpson Jacobs, Denton; Martha Brock Chapman, Tea.gue:; Josie Smithhart, Linda Gilcrease Gates, Janice Russell Brooks, Paul and Pearlene Smithhart Jacks, Linda Lowery1 Ronnie and Linda Stanbery, Jerry and Darlene Cates Modisette, Paul Pruettt, Kaan Gay Patsy Anderson Landrum, Paul and Peggy Hubbard Draper, Lufkin.
From Huntington were Mary Junge Hiser, Evonne Nerren, Mary Helen Cochran Collins, Gerald and Pat Snelson Conner, Rena Modisette, Osro and Sheila Thornton Boyett, Rita Homister Chamblee, Windle and Donna Phillips Hightower, Roy and Everitte Rhoudes Havard, Allen and Kathie Forrest, Garvis and Wanda Forrest, Robert Phillips, Kenny Nerren, Danny and Sharon Modisette Stanbery and James E. and Margie Shofner.
One morning between showers I dashed around town doing errands and at the post office ran into Bro. Lamar Denby who pastors Highway Baptist Church. I always look at their church yard when I pass Sue Bonner Kirkland is often working in the flower beds and she has had some beautiful blooms for her work.
Monica and Lyndsey Little had a great time at Disney World. Monica taught during the first session of summer school. At the beauty shop I was earlier than usual and saw neighbor Bobbie Forrest and also Bertie Walker and Bess Calhoun.
Beamon came from church to say that Buddy Dennis was mighty happy to be home from San Antonio where he had been on business and was in all that rain. David Morgan remembered just a few years ago when the San Antonio River was so dry they could not ride the river boats.
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