Day 40---Cookie Jar Sweet Memories!

 

To peruse book offerings:

 

visit: Amazon books; search: Carl Schuler

 

Titles:

Creed of the Mountain Man;

Horizon Dawn;

Syncopated Cadence (poetry);
Christmas Treasures;
Christmas Always (poetry);
Station Master;
...And Justice for All.

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Day 40

 

Z. Tyler’s peach tree---“Sure! We can plant the seed!”

Then, he ate breakfast with it every day. That tree

Was moved from Oregon to Tennessee to Illinois!

 

We “vacationed” in the Great Northwest state of Oregon for a couple of years while daughter Beth attended law school there; Nanny and I travelled the region all the way into Canada on the north and California on the south; we had a delightful co-pilot: Z. Tyler who went everywhere with us. Early mornings, when we were home, we hit golf balls at the Willamette River driving range. He was a natural at any sport. While he was in grade school, I would come get him after lunch (’cause he was sick) and we’d go play nine holes of golf; I cheated on the score card so he would win; when he turned twelve, I quit fudging the score---I simply could not beat him!

He was only three when the “Great peach pit incident” occurred.

We came home from one of our routine “day trips”, on the sidewalk laid a peach seed that we had planted and it had not sprouted, so we had discarded it. How it ended up on the walkway, I do not know, but, our boy found it and picked it up. He had a penchant for throwing things. He let go with the seed, straight down onto the concrete. Wham! It split open and a tiny green tree was exposed. We took it and planted it, setting the “find” in the kitchen window.

Each morning, the first thing he did was have us measure the tree’s growth. One inch per day!

When we moved to Tennessee, that tree got special transpot to a garden spot in the Volunteer state; it had grown quite well and I dug it out and hauled it to Illinois whan we moved there.

We finally had to leave it on the farm Z.’s family had rented when they moved into town; it was just too big for me to man-handle and I was afraid it would die.

Just another Peach-y experience in our “sweet” lives! Amen!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet Memories!