April 15, 1963
Monday, Nice sunny day in 50’s but windy. Clifton started work in Poughkeepsie, left at 5 am. I did a big wash, transplanted tomato and cabbage plants. Paul Ellis here 1/2 hr in the afternoon. Myrtle called a few minutes too.
Comment: So Dad must be starting work at 7am because he left at five am. Gardening begins, and a big wash one more time. Paul Ellis was the son of Madeline and Clarence Ellis and, he worked Uncle Earl's farm for a while which was about a mile away. Myrtie probably called about church or missionary meeting. We used to buy eggs from them, the were about a quarter of a mile away. Here is a post from my new blog:
Ote And Myrtie Talking Blues Gerry Hubbard
Talking blues is a form of country music. It is characterized by rhythmic speech or near-speech where the melody is free, but the rhythm is strict. See below for Wikipedia link.
Ote and Myrtie were our neighbors up the road a quarter mile.
Spinster maid and bachelor brother and you seldom saw them smile.
Pinched lips, all prim and proper, all clothes buttoned to the top,
But always free and easy with the rumors they would drop.
Myrtie was a teacher long retired but taught in church.
While Otis ran some “young stock” and I guess he never worked.
Got the mumps when just a teen that my father said “moved down” .
Just another reason that no children were around.
'Cause I always thought them married when I saw them on the road,
In that pretty two-door Chevy with their monthly grocery load.
We usually never saw or heard them very much at all
‘Less our cows got in their garden then we’d get an angry call.
Us kids and Dad would get the cows and try to fix the fence,
But a ruined and trampled garden? There is no recompense.
“Good fences make good neighbors” are the words of Robert Frost,
And we should have kept them better no matter what the cost.
Then I get a slightest comfort when I think about it all,
He also wrote "Something there is that doesn't love a wall".
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