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I awoke to July this morning and had hardly had time to get used to June. It seems like I have spent the last two months on the lawn mower. I got the very last bit of mowing done on Saturday, but it wasn’t easy.
The sun was shining and I went to John’s building lot to do his yard. He has been working on putting the tractor back together all week. He broke a belt that for all practical purposes runs the motor.
Our tractor was used when Stony bought it in 1973. I think it was new in the ‘50s. John said it’s practically impossible to buy parts for it anymore.
In order for him to get to the broken belt he had to remove the radiator, which involved removing the very sturdy carrier that Mike Bates made him to put the chainsaw and gas in when we cut wood.
Once he found the belt, it was no trouble to install but now all the parts and pieces he removed had to be cleaned and put back in place. Since it hasn’t been broken down and serviced in 10 years, you can imagine what a job that was.
Now he is putting the pieces back together and it’s like a Rube Goldberg puzzle. Only the very old will recognize that reference.
Wanda reminded me I had deleted some of her news the past couple of weeks. I have been so long winded with other things I just didn’t see the small print.
She found a set of keys lying by her mailbox about a month ago. She said one key was a Mahindra, whatever that is. She said it looked like it was for a 4-wheeler or a lawn mower. The other one on the ring was a small key of some kind. She knew someone out there would need them.
She also went to Lexington a couple of weeks ago and went by to visit Cybil Gaines, who is 94, still living alone and doing fine. Wanda said she was as spry as a 70-year-old. Her daughter Kathy and her husband were also there and she got to visit with them too. He had a stroke about two or three years ago and was incapacitated for months. He is walking now but still can’t talk. It was good to hear from them. Cybil is Stony’s cousin and her husband Charles was Danny’s uncle.
Now back to the present. Fay and Bruce have been trying valiantly to get their hay in between rains. Jennifer was here this week on vacation and Fay said she had their supper ready every night when they got home. The rain did stop long enough for the Miller’s to have their yearly fireworks display Saturday night. The Trues went as well as Wanda. I was invited, as well as the whole neighborhood surrounding their farm. I had to beg off because of the smoke that the hundreds of fireworks emits but there was a good crowd, as reported by both Fay and Wanda. Wanda said the theme this year was “The Power of Love.” Their display is always set to music. It is very professional and the Millers are very good hosts. I know the whole neighborhood appreciates their efforts. Ray wasn’t able to join Wanda at the fireworks because he was having a celebration of his own. It was his son Todd’s 32nd birthday and he was hosting a fish fry for the family in his honor.
Wanda is still trolling for turtles in her lake. They have caught seven to date.
She and Ray, along with his cousin Ollie and some friends, got three frogs late one night.
That wouldn’t make more than a mouthful if one liked to eat frog legs. Stony and his buddies used to go to Perry Park and gig in the big ponds down there. That was when it was a chicken farm.
Of course they were trespassing and not supposed to be there but that was half the fun for the “rowdy” Monterey boys of the ‘50s.
They would come home with feed sacks full. They were good eating.
Speaking of the ‘50s, Wanda said she and Ray went to a drive-in movie last week.
She said she wasn’t a fan of movies, but it brought back memories of her youth too.
I think it’s the rain. Everybody is sitting around thinking of when the sun always shown and we would be young forever.
The ‘50s were a golden age.