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Nona's Stories: Childhood Winters

When the first snowfall of winter came, we would dash outside to get bowlfuls of the clean, freshly fallen snow to make “ice cream.”

Mixed with the rich cream, sugar and flavoring—my favorite was Watkins Mixed Fruit Extract—it is still being made by the Watkins Co. 388 more words


Nona's Stories: Geese and Little Ladies

Grandma Burns had about a dozen geese—I believe “gaggle” is correct—but Aunt Em called them a “flock” – and “that was that.”

Early every Spring, before they moulted, the feathers on their breasts were plucked—these were used to make feather beds, feather and “down” comforters, and big, fluffy pillows. 804 more words


Nona's Stories: The Train-Riding St. Bernard

When Ray and I arrived in Laredo, where he had a job in a new Power Plant as Power Dispatcher, we took an apartment with a Mrs. 924 more words


Nona's Stories: Baseball and Horseshoes

As a ball player, I Ieft much to be desired—according to Ralph and Harry—he, especially was very scornful of the way I pitched a ball. 393 more words


Nona's Stories: Winter and Strawberry's Car

On cold winter nights, when the blizzards howled around the house—like a “banshee” was the way Aunt Em described the wailing winds—and the snow piled high—we sat on the braided rugs around the big  fireplace. 848 more words


Nona's Stories: Found Treasure

This is a story of found treasure, and a story I wouldn’t tell lest no one believe it, except for the fact that Ray’s youngest brother, Gene, and sister, Maidie, still live at Uvalde and know all about it. 1,104 more words


Nona's Stories: Home Alone and Tramps

Spring. And school was out on a Friday.

Early on Monday morning, Dad left for Uvalde to buy cotton seed and  grain for Spring planting of the fields. 1,694 more words