Friday, September 27, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Pocket knife
When I see lovers' names carved into trees I don't think it is cute. I just think it's strange how many people take knives on a date.....Real men carry pocket knives!
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Teeth
If you want to kick a tiger in the butt, you had better have a plan for dealing with his teeth.
Monday, September 2, 2013
Labor Day
Labor Day at the Cole House, pre-marriage And other pre-things was a day of labor. After all, it was Labor Day. This was the day, usually hotter than everything to start gathering wood for the winter. I.e. pine knots in the morning a nd cutting oak in the afternoon. I don't remember a rain out--ever.
The pine knots were gathered in little piles and then picked up with mule and slide to haul out to the road where the old rubber tired wagon awaited for loading. The wagon was drove to the house via mule and unloaded.
We ate lunch. Cooled for a very minutes then back to the woods to cut oak. Using a heavy Sears chain saw, several trees were failed, cut into 30-32 in. Blocks and loaded on the old '49 Ford pick up. This was carried on until 4-5 o'clock in the evening. As the truck was loaded, we would haul to the house and unload.
Later, after school started, we would split the wood for an hour or so, depending on what else had to be done.
Later on, things got a little better. Labor Day became an adventure at Salmon Lake Park at Grapeland, Tx. For a family get-together and bluegrassing.
Now, Labor Day has no special significance. Kind of sad, though, I am not one to relish the "old days". Tcole
Sunday, September 1, 2013
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