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Lo have a battle with horemint (nigger head). Evening was approaching and we found a camp our thirst as we drank deeply of the pure goodness. As we started our fire and arranged for our neighbor's fire; someone suggested maybe Indians had camped here on this very spot. We all agreed. The mountain trout in the ctggK would be food for ttiem. Just then, a squirrel ran by. Chipmunks were plentiful. Other small animals darted here bread. We knew the mountain produced plenty of meat for its native people. Adding to our excitement, and hard work had to be in the fields and garden. But a few choice plants she always kept. Her old-fashioned pink moss rose struggled for existence, I loved the smell of that rose. She kept a plant of lavender, this she picked and dried to put among she took from her pocket a hanky and we caught the Old Man was a plant the men wore in their buttonholes when they went to church or to a dance. How grandma loved her f 1 acj, a blue flag now called Iris. A few sweet peas were planted by her garden fun. How we loved to make dolls from the hollyhock with their parasols and many petticoats. Chains pie plant leaves made hats the same size as our mothers wore, and the snapdragon would always open 82 |
