For the last few weeks my house has been getting pummeled by nuts falling from the different trees in my yard. I have only been in this home for three years, but this is the first time I recall these nuts coming down with such force. I joke that I need to arm my pets with helmets in case they get hit. It could be a life altering event.
I have been reminded of my grandfather over the weather changes we have had this year. The Hosta's bloomed earlier than I ever remember them. They are long gone. And it looks like the Magnolia's are either re blooming or blooming really late in some yards. Nothing grew this year as expected. Knowing my grandfather, he would be talking about either an early winter/hard winter, or a late winter/mild winter. Something like that. He has been gone now for so long and I have forgotten all that he taught me as a kid, and I feel bad about that. I really loved him. He was a farmer all his life in Norther Indiana, and they know hard winters there.
So I was thinking this morning about my grandfather as all of these nuts were falling. He was a very stubborn and old fashioned man who was not interested in technology or anything fancy at all. He worked hard and saved his pennies to the point of being ridiculed by his family as too tight. My grandparents did not get a 'real' bathroom until the 60's, and that was because my grandmother was sick of the whole roughing it and got a job so that she could pay to have it put in. My grandfather refused to use it, said it was a big fat waste.
His idea of farming was a horse and plow and he was out there well into his 70's, and still grew food for his own family table. He never had big machines or debt on his family farm.
One day my grandfather came home in a brand new Chevy pick up. Everyone was stunned. Apparently he had been hiding money in jars all over the farm. He never believed in banks. They suspected he was doing that but never found them. I have often wondered how many lost jars there were.
So after a life time of hiding money, when my grandfather died he left his two daughters (who had ridiculed him all their lives) a hefty inheritance. Suddenly they were no longer laughing. Suddenly as a kid, saving pennies didn't seem so bad to me.
If only we could all take a lesson from my grandfather, maybe this tank in the economy would not have happened.
I think of him often when I feel I am being frivolous about something I am buying. I always loved him and at times wanted to be like him, as a farmer. I feel really sad that I have let go of all of the farming weather patterns he knew and farmed by. He was very strict at watching the weather and planting by the moon. All of that.
So the last few weeks I have been wondering, early winter hard winter? I wish he was here to tell me.
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