Making memories for my grandson
My only grandchild is seventeen months old. I wish he had known my great-grandmother, Ada Johnson, shown here feeding her chickens.
I watched her do this countless times.
I can look at this photo and remember the cheep-cheeps of the chickens as they gathered around her feet.
I wish he could have known my late Uncle Johnnie Bell Johnson. Uncle Johnny was the first to put me on the back of a horse and lead it around the enclosure in front of the barn and the stables.
I wish my grandson could help fill the water troughs and watch the horses drink. I wish he could get in the back of Uncle Johnnie’s truck and ride to the pasture where the cows were kept, checking to see if their salt licks needed replacing.
I wish he could walk down the dirt road to the dog pen, where the hunting dogs began their yelping long before you could see them.
I wish he could go in a hen house to gather eggs from a nest.
Okay, skip that one. It terrified me and I have a love/hate relationship with chickens to this day because of being in a coop where wings were flapping and chickens were pecking.
I wish he could WATCH eggs being gathered in a hen house.
I wish he could visit a tobacco barn and ‘help’ the workers as I did at my grandfather, Alpheus Porter’s, farm. I wish he could play my grandmother’s pump organ, smelling the aromas from the kitchen as supper was being cooked.
I know ... these are my memories. At least he’ll have photographs of his late relatives going through their daily routines. He’ll have photographs of the smoke house, the log cabin, the corn fields, and the hunting dogs.
One thing I want most for him is to be able to hold a copy of the “Georgetown Times” in his hands and read it cover to cover.
I’m really afraid for our hometown newspaper. Newspapers are suffering all over the country because of people only reading them online.
I used to have the “Post and Courier” delivered to my door every morning. I grew up on this newspaper and started reading it when it was named the “News and Courier.” I cancelled my subscription and began reading it online.
Now, you have to subscribe ($10/month) to get the online version. That’s a bargain, but I’m leaning towards having it delivered to my door again. Why? Because I love it, that’s why.
The “Sun News” just did a survey to find out how many people would pay to read it online. Are they going to start charging online readers as well?
The “Georgetown Times” is now published only twice a week.
I read the online version and purchase the paper, as well. You can’t get all the news on the online version.
Our hometown newspaper has been around since 1798.
Yes, I said 1798! Do NOT let it die! Read it online if you want, but please, buy a copy twice a week.
That’s only $1 a week at the newsstand or $39/year if you buy a subscription and live in the county.
To my relatives and to the “Georgetown Times” ... thanks for the memories!
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