Take me home….
To the place….. I belong…..
West Virginia, mountain mama…..
These are the kind of country roads John Denver sang about. This is the road in front of the farmhouse. It’s so narrow, if you see someone coming, you have to pull over because two cars can’t drive on it at the same time. When I was a kid, the road stopped just past the farmhouse, which was owned by Great-Uncle Carl and Great-Aunt Ruby. Carl was an influential man in the county or the road wouldn’t have been paved at all. They paved it up to his farm, and stopped.
Carl and Ruby’s son Bob was in the West Virginia House of Representatives, and he called himself the honorary mayor of Johnson Creek (the creek back behind the house). Carl, Ruby and Bob are all gone now, but Bob’s wife Georgia still lives on the farm in their house. Next door in a new house lives their son, my cousin Mark. Mark is the county district attorney, but when you see him on the farm in his overalls, you’d never guess it.
Georgia tends the garden and cooks for everybody. The garden’s mostly done now except for some corn and tomatoes. She’s a great cook, and she’s the one who takes care of the old farmhouse for company. When I was a kid, we stayed at the farmhouse with Uncle Carl and Aunt Ruby on our way up to the cabin, then stayed with them again on the way back.
Sometimes Aunt Ruby cooked rhubarb from her garden and I always hated that because we had to eat whatever Aunt Ruby cooked. They had a pony when I was little, and one of my most vivid childhood memories was the time that pony got away from us and we ran down the muddy road trying to catch it because we sure didn’t want to tell Aunt Ruby we lost her pony. It was Aunt Ruby’s dying wish that the farmhouse be kept just as it was and open for family to use.
There’s no TV in the farmhouse, so the children have to resort to ::gasp:: playing outside.
Shooting at Coke cans with the BB gun is another form of entertainment in a world with no TV.
Me, I’m planning to sit on the porch today and read. :yes: