The Good Old Days

Spring is one of Kentucky’s best seasons. Trees budding, flowers growing and beginning to bloom, birds singing and nesting, fresh rain showers and warm sunshine, bees buzzing and humming birds humming! I love spring.

It brings back memories of my childhood when all my older brothers and sisters, mom and dad, and all the neighbors were busy ploughing and planting their gardens. We had a corn field and potato patch above our log house. We had 3 garden spots for vegetables. Below the house in a small flat was tomatoes, lettuce, onions, peppers. The middle garden was about a quarter mile up the hollow. That had sweet corn, peas, green beans, sweet potatoes, cabbage, mustard greens, etc. The upper garden was farther up the hollow and was for more corn for fodder.

There were patches of cleared ground all around the old home places. Now it is rare to see a mountain side cleared for a corn patch. Occasionally there will be a small garden in the edge of the yard but hardly anybody gardens the way they used to. There are several reasons for this.

For one thing, families are so small. When I was growing up almost all families had 8 or 10 kids because there was no birth control here until after 1960. Also, now that everyone whizzes around in cars it is to easy to just go buy it at the grocery store. Finally, all the old folks have passed on to their eternal reward. As I look at myself, I realize I am getting close to the “old folks” catagory. I am not physically able to tend a garden and my little patch of land is all clay and rock. It is almost impossible to dig a hole for a flower to be planed in.

However, each spring I remeber how things used to be. I am reminded of what my brother Vance used to say about the good old days. “ People talk about how they miss the good old days, I don’t miss them. It was back breaking work to clear a new ground with a maddok and grubbing hoe with the sun beating down on you all day”. I was to little for the back breaking hard work. I just remember the sights, sounds, and smells of spring. They were the good old days to me!

Glenna Combs