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"Is the phrase, 'like Father, like son,' always true?"
Forrest Caricofe
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YESTERDAY AND TODAY
**Yesterday. I went outdoors early after publishing my blog. The weather forecast called
for no rain and it didn't, the temperature hovering around 90°, I'm hoping later on in the
future moving upwards to my favorite temperatures of 3 digit. I drank a lot of water and
other drinks as well as salty potato chips and popcorn so that my body would retain the
fluid and keep me from dehydrating.
I trimmed the red raspberry bush, the plant producing nothing this year because the blooms
were killed by just 1 overnight temperature of about 30° in early spring. I also trimmed the
peach tree in the southwest corner flower bed to allow one to walk on the cemented block
walkway that I constructed several years ago. The peaches are a little less than the size of
an apricot and will probably produce no eatable fruit for 2 years or so. I sprayed about 1/2
of the weed killer I have, I believe it's Weed Be Gone, a little less expensive than Round
Up, on the weeds and the grass in the driveway, in and around the flower beds in the front
and the southwest flower bed in the back. The other weeds, mostly wire weeds, I dug up
and threw into the fire pit in the back located maybe 30 feet west of the southeast corner
flower bed. At one point I soaked the dried weeds in the fire pit with gas and it burned for
awhile, but fire cannot burn dirt, so I'll have to separate the dried weeds from the dirt
before I try burning it again. I'm finally starting to sow grass seed again. My first 2
attempts to sow grass seed ended with the seed dying in late fall of last year and early
spring of this year because of the cold weather.
I quit about 4:30 PM, went into the house to shower and then drove to Orrville for
somethings that the house and I needed and then again to Dravenstot's for takeout.
**Today. Besides publishing my blog, a postcrossing and another video of Bill's funeral, I
plan to work on sowing the Scott's Commercial Grass Seed I have, dig up more weeds that
I didn't spray weed killer on yesterday and separate more plants, dig up and replant those
I want elsewhere or those that have just outgrown their space.
The weather forecast calls for a high temperature of 84° with thunderstorms and I hope
the thunderstorms will come our way. God's rain is always better than me watering the
plants and flowers.
I HAVE SOMETHING ON MY MIND
CONTINUED FROM YESTERDAY....
**"Something else I don't do but Father did was to...." race to the scene of a fire, car
accident or other emergency when he heard the sirens. He may have had a police scanner,
but I don't remember that. I remember 1 incident, if I remember correctly, when Father,
Roland and I went to the scene of a car accident on Spring Creek Road. We were observing
a car wreck at the end of Jordan Stretch going towards Bridgewater. Sadly, we heard at the
scene that the driver was dead and that he was racing his brother who would find out later
about the death of his brother.
As I told you the other day, I need to tell all I remember so that my memory of Father
doesn't disappear from my mind. And I did type this in 1 of my earlier blogs: my father
hummed to the tune of "Jambalaya (On The Bayou)" by Hank Williams and tried to yodel.
Unlike Mother who preferred hymns and reading her Bible, Father, like me, liked country
music.
Father, like Mother, liked to help people. I remember vaguely the Bridgewater/Stokesville
Flood of 1949. At that time we lived in Dayton and I was about 7 years old. I remember
Father leaving the house to help those people affected by the flood, but that's all I
remember. Since then the Army Corp of Engineers have built bunkers on the west side of
Bridgewater to hold back any rising water from the south fork of the Shenandoah River
and the affected area in Stokesville, really a part of Bridgewater, is host to a mini golf
course. I know this because I've walked these areas many times.
I was told that Father also liked to .... and I'll tell you about that tomorrow....
TO BE CONTINUED....
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"Is the phrase, 'like Father, like son,' always true?"
Forrest Caricofe
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No results found for "Is the phrase, 'like Father, like son,' always true?"
YESTERDAY AND TODAY
**Yesterday. I went outdoors early after publishing my blog. The weather forecast called
for no rain and it didn't, the temperature hovering around 90°, I'm hoping later on in the
future moving upwards to my favorite temperatures of 3 digit. I drank a lot of water and
other drinks as well as salty potato chips and popcorn so that my body would retain the
fluid and keep me from dehydrating.
I trimmed the red raspberry bush, the plant producing nothing this year because the blooms
were killed by just 1 overnight temperature of about 30° in early spring. I also trimmed the
peach tree in the southwest corner flower bed to allow one to walk on the cemented block
walkway that I constructed several years ago. The peaches are a little less than the size of
an apricot and will probably produce no eatable fruit for 2 years or so. I sprayed about 1/2
of the weed killer I have, I believe it's Weed Be Gone, a little less expensive than Round
Up, on the weeds and the grass in the driveway, in and around the flower beds in the front
and the southwest flower bed in the back. The other weeds, mostly wire weeds, I dug up
and threw into the fire pit in the back located maybe 30 feet west of the southeast corner
flower bed. At one point I soaked the dried weeds in the fire pit with gas and it burned for
awhile, but fire cannot burn dirt, so I'll have to separate the dried weeds from the dirt
before I try burning it again. I'm finally starting to sow grass seed again. My first 2
attempts to sow grass seed ended with the seed dying in late fall of last year and early
spring of this year because of the cold weather.
I quit about 4:30 PM, went into the house to shower and then drove to Orrville for
somethings that the house and I needed and then again to Dravenstot's for takeout.
**Today. Besides publishing my blog, a postcrossing and another video of Bill's funeral, I
plan to work on sowing the Scott's Commercial Grass Seed I have, dig up more weeds that
I didn't spray weed killer on yesterday and separate more plants, dig up and replant those
I want elsewhere or those that have just outgrown their space.
The weather forecast calls for a high temperature of 84° with thunderstorms and I hope
the thunderstorms will come our way. God's rain is always better than me watering the
plants and flowers.
I HAVE SOMETHING ON MY MIND
CONTINUED FROM YESTERDAY....
**"Something else I don't do but Father did was to...." race to the scene of a fire, car
accident or other emergency when he heard the sirens. He may have had a police scanner,
but I don't remember that. I remember 1 incident, if I remember correctly, when Father,
Roland and I went to the scene of a car accident on Spring Creek Road. We were observing
a car wreck at the end of Jordan Stretch going towards Bridgewater. Sadly, we heard at the
scene that the driver was dead and that he was racing his brother who would find out later
about the death of his brother.
As I told you the other day, I need to tell all I remember so that my memory of Father
doesn't disappear from my mind. And I did type this in 1 of my earlier blogs: my father
hummed to the tune of "Jambalaya (On The Bayou)" by Hank Williams and tried to yodel.
Unlike Mother who preferred hymns and reading her Bible, Father, like me, liked country
music.
Father, like Mother, liked to help people. I remember vaguely the Bridgewater/Stokesville
Flood of 1949. At that time we lived in Dayton and I was about 7 years old. I remember
Father leaving the house to help those people affected by the flood, but that's all I
remember. Since then the Army Corp of Engineers have built bunkers on the west side of
Bridgewater to hold back any rising water from the south fork of the Shenandoah River
and the affected area in Stokesville, really a part of Bridgewater, is host to a mini golf
course. I know this because I've walked these areas many times.
I was told that Father also liked to .... and I'll tell you about that tomorrow....
TO BE CONTINUED....
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