It is that time of year

     It is that time of year again.  It is that time of year again when my passions clash. It is that time of year again when I have no time for anything but gardening.

    I thought I might post a picture or two of my spring garden, but not much is blooming yet and the flowers I bought yesterday are still waiting to go into the soil.

    So, guess what! It rained last night. Now I interrupt my gardening to sort papers and maybe write a post. I was quickly inspired when I ran across an old newspaper from 2006.  Obviously, I saved it for some reason. I quickly found a small blurp in the 60 years ago column from A Glance Into the Past. Of course, this article is from 72 years now.

     Mr. and Mrs. Bert Grisso and sons sold their farm in Moody, MO, and have returned to Scranton where they will make their home.  Mr. Grisso has taken the job as manager of the rendering plant at Jefferson.

     Those sons would have been Marvin and Donald. I don't know anything about their farm. The place where they lived in the 60's was different.  Several of us cousins have visited their 60's home in the heart of the Ozarks.