We’ve had quite a year here at the Heath family spread. In March you’ll remember that tornado that blew through. It caught old aunt Margaret while she was feeding the goat and blew her clear into Henderson county. She was ok but the goat did not fare so well. Landed in the lake and being a goat could not swim. That’s ok too, we never liked the damn thing anyway. Aunt Margaret lives in the storm cellar now and won’t come out. That too is ok as we don’t like her either.
In May that big swarm of locusts hit the place and ate up all the seedlings. We got the last laugh though as they are pretty good eating. We fried some up on the spot which is how they are best then we sun dried some, smoked some and pickled the rest. We ate on ‘em all summer and had the last for Thanksgiving. Mixed them with Jello and put ‘em in a mold the shape of a turkey. Couldn’t hardly tell it from a real turkey except for the crunchy bits and the taste.
We had a visit from Ma long about July. She didn’t come in, just stood at the gate and stared at the house for near an hour. Then she left. Seemed upset. but it was good to see her again just the same.
The hens began layin’ eggs come August. Laid so many we couldn’t keep up. Jake took to climbing up on the roof and throwing them at cars but his aim is poor so there doesn’t seem much point. Keeps him occupied though, which is a relief to us all.
I guess you’ve all heard about Pa. That was pretty big news for a while. He’s ok but feels mighty bad about how things turned out. He did think it was a good idea but that is just how things go sometimes. It is some consolation to him that most of the buildings in town were insured. At least it was Monroe burnt up and not Fredricksburg. Fredricksburg has the better grocery. In fact nobody misses Monroe much.
Well, that’s about all. Wishing all a merry Christmas! I better go as the back porch is on fire again. Jake must of run out of eggs.