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Pullen town,
Brady’s street,
Eastham’s Tearoom,
But, nothing to eat.
Sometimes, you just have to make a little extra effort. Saturday, a week ago, I didn’t go off this two acre homestead. Did a few chores around the house, and then got ready to watch the big Redskins game. So, you know how that worked out.
Sunday was much the same. I did go to church, but then, after squandering another hour or so on the paper and watching some more forgettable football, Linda and I decided to take a walk. So, we bundled up and out the road we went.
Up Eastham’s hill, which was always a challenge when I was riding my one speed bike, then out the Aileen Road towards the old home place. We passed the stone pillars that used to be the entrance to Roland and Arland Welch’s farm, before the new highway came through. I took Linda into the land between the roads and showed her where some of the local men used to gather on warm Saturdays and Sundays to hoist a few and play cards.
On up the road, towards the old Aileen plant, past the little spring where we used to get our water after the well went dry, which it did about every year around July. Past Roland’s orchard, which is now an open field, and past the tearoom, where George and Ada Grimsley lived, with Ashby and Millie and Walter and Russell.
And then, there it was, the
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