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Our reflections on a brass doorknob . A skeleton key would slowly turn each tumbler .. Dusty pinewood flooring , antique trinkets .. Propane space heaters and fresh coffee balm private , erstwhile collective memories . A matriarchs kitchen , well water aroma and cross stitched towels , her flour tinged cotton apron , cast iron skillets and brass tea kettle with porcelain service ushers spirited times of conviviality over a simple oak dining room table .. Hand made breakfast nook curtains , the majesty of tall Water Oaks with foraging bantam hens and roosters .. Dirt roads would tell of visitors long before they ever arrived , fishing for shell crackers at the old bridge with cane poles and and dough ***** , leftovers from cat head biscuits at breakfast ... Pecans and crabapples fed young anglers on shady Summer afternoons . Feeding tall grass to black angus and hereford cattle through barbed wire fence , collecting afternoon eggs and walking the furrows at Dusk , days I'll never forget ..
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
Great Grandmothers Place ...
Our reflections on a brass doorknob . A skeleton key would slowly turn each tumbler .. Dusty pinewood flooring , antique trinkets .. Propane space heaters and fresh coffee balm private , erstwhile collective memories . A matriarchs kitchen , well water aroma and cross stitched towels , her flour tinged cotton apron , cast iron skillets and brass tea kettle with porcelain service ushers spirited times of conviviality over a simple oak dining room table .. Hand made breakfast nook curtains , the majesty of tall Water Oaks with foraging bantam hens and roosters .. Dirt roads would tell of visitors long before they ever arrived , fishing for shell crackers at the old bridge with cane poles and and dough ***** , leftovers from cat head biscuits at breakfast ... Pecans and crabapples fed young anglers on shady Summer afternoons . Feeding tall grass to black angus and hereford cattle through barbed wire fence , collecting afternoon eggs and walking the furrows at Dusk , days I'll never forget ..
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