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always cornoreaci, cornoreaci, eornDread. Daddy even grew his own sugar cane and a man came around with a horse to press it. Then they’d make molasses in a barrel. They never let us near it. They raised chickens and eggs and sold them and traded them — that’s how they got cash. That and dried apples.”
Annabelle: “Oh, yes, everyone used to dry apples. And crack walnuts. They (walnuts) were always too rich for me.”
Emma: “It was my brother in-law, George Rowe, who had the first apple stand up on the road to the park. He sold hot dogs, too. He was really the first, and my brother, Bob Estes, was second.”
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In the living room of Emma's home is a piano given her by her neighbor, Mrs. Katherine Trescott, who used to play piano for silent movies long ago. Songs from the carefree twenties: Ain’t She Sweet, Baby Face, I Wonder What’s Become of Sally, Tea h or Two, are still there, vying for space with music from a much different era, the worried thirties: Brother Can You Spare a Dime, We’re In The Money, I Gotta Right to Sing The Blues, In A Shanty In Old Shanty Town; and finally, in 19118: Happy Days Are Here Again. Emma said that her brother Abby, now dead, really “cut a shine” singing songs like these l
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