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GRAND PARENTS

My grandparents, being much older, had less patience with
kids. I don’t recall ever having a talk with either grandfathers.
Maybe I was too young, or maybe my Grandmother Anna
Dewing Williams being a second wife who had no children.
Never the less there were plenty of kids around, and we were a
hand full.

On one occasion Grandma had made a cherry pie. I loved
cherry pies. She had put it in the large sink to cool. When I
came into the kitchen Mom told me to wash my hands in the
sink. I only got so far as turning on the water before grandma
brought the house down. Oh! My! She was upset. It was
terrible. Why wasn’t it an apple pie?
Despite all of us, we always had a good time. It was their farm
with a barn, a cow, pig, chickens with a chicken coop, pasture,
apple orchard and a big garden. Mom was born and grew up
here.

Potterville, was a typical small farm town with a general store
whose floor boards creaked, yet sold everything, including gas
for tractors and auto’s, candy in jars to fish out with your
hand. It had a small church whose minister rotated services
preaching there once every 6 weeks. Houses lined alongside
the road. Each house had their farm land behind the house,
out back.
It worked well, in those years when getting to the house from
the road was important. In New England the homes were
attached to the barn. You could go from one to the other

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