Admiring God’s work easy in autumn
I love all of the seasons, but fall is my favorite. I can almost smell the fried potatoes and onions, and the creamed tomatoes Mom cooked for us when the weather got cooler.
We used to come home from school to the smell of homemade bread and cinnamon rolls.
Later, after I got married and had six children, I made the same kinds of baked goodies for them.
When my children were growing up, they had pet turkeys. The turkeys would wait at the end of the lane for the children to come home on the school bus. They would peck at the children all the way home. We dressed one for Thanksgiving that year, and sold the rest.
After my husband passed away 34 years ago, and the children were on their own, I moved to my hometown from the country.
I moved into my house the first of October and enjoyed looking out the window at the beautiful oak trees as I sat and ate my supper.
Five years later, I bought a house three doors down from my rental house, and I had great neighbors.
They had a walnut tree that gave plenty of shade and great-tasting walnuts. We enjoyed gathering them up and using them for cookies, cakes and other goodies.
Later, we’d rake the leaves into the street and burn them.
One year, the walnuts weren’t good, but they still had to be picked up before the squirrels got them. However, we didn’t do it soon enough.
I had bought a new furnace, and when I turned it on that fall, it sounded like a tornado hit the basement.
Upon investigating the noise, I discovered that the squirrels had used my chimney for their winter storage.
After I removed several buckets of nuts from the chimney, my nephew built a cover over it.
My family always enjoyed Thanksgiving. We not only enjoyed the food that was prepared, but also the trip we took to Jasper-Pulaski Game Preserve to see the thousands of sandhill cranes that stopped for corn or beans left in the fields. It was a beautiful sight, but noisy. The birds stayed for several months, and people from all over came to see them.
I really appreciate God’s creation in the fall season.
Lincoln, Ill.
Fall sparks memories of beauty, enjoyment
I fondly recall how beautiful autumn days were when I was growing up in our small Midwestern town.
We were blessed with awesome maple and oak trees that made an arch along the street, like an elegant cathedral. They were ablaze with yellow, russet and gorgeous brown leaves. It was so much fun to walk to school, delighting in the swishing sound under my feet.
I always looked forward to our annual autumn band festival and parade, which was usually held in October. It was such a delight to view the parade framed by the lovely trees in their autumn splendor.
I also looked forward to a fantastic Halloween party held at a local park. Awards and treats were given to the children who came in the most clever costumes. There were also great games, including bobbing for apples.
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