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  1. Fire, Part III

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    October 8, 2011 by wcobserver

    Back when his neighbor Cotton was still alive, my dad would call out to him on the morning of a fire. “Come on over,” he’d wave his arm. And Cotton would bring over a few limbs he’d been saving or anything wooden he wanted to get rid of, set up his lawn chair next to Dad’s, and they’d tend the fire together.

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  2. Fire

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    October 2, 2011 by wcobserver

    Over a period of weeks, sometimes months, my dad would collect bits of debris to burn. He would back up to his growing stack of brush at the edge of the dormant garden …

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  3. Gardening, Part II

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    September 1, 2011 by wcobserver

    It seemed only proper that we should grow as many things as possible. Cold winter days trapped us in the house yielding the perfect opportunity to give deep study to the seed catalogs.

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  4. Gardening

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    August 27, 2011 by wcobserver

    We were lucky to have a lower field of fine sandy loam, hardly a rock to be found. I’ve heard an old yarn about settlers who gave up ridding their Ozark fields of rocks and just pried them apart with an iron pole and used a rifle to fire seed corn down between them.

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  5. Water, Part II

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    August 11, 2011 by wcobserver

    It was another 10 years before Beaver Lake water made its way down the road, and then anyone who wanted it could get a tap if they could pay the money.

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  6. The Killing

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    July 17, 2011 by wcobserver

    The game hens we ended up with were as bad if not worse than the Banties we already had, as far as going wherever they pleased and being completely beyond our control. In spite of extreme wing clipping that mostly contained the Bantams, the game hens couldn’t be kept in a pen.

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  7. Killing, Part VIII

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    July 7, 2011 by wcobserver

    It was about six weeks later when he failed to show up one evening. With memories of snake bite fresh in mind, I went out the next morning to find him. I searched the yard, the pond, the woods on all sides of the house. No Reeces.

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