Well! The frost is sure on the "punkin" this morning, which brings to mind the poem I memorized when I was young. If you are among the older generation you might remember some of the poem. "When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock." I looked up the meaning of shock. I was surprised there was so many different meanings among them shock (schokke) a number of grain sheaves stacked together. Now you know.

I started to cover all my beautiful flowering plants last night then I thought, "The freeze will get them sooner or later and it might as well be sooner." Mr. Hughart used to plant a row of collard greens in his garden. Mrs. Hughart would not dare cook a mess of them until after the frost had been on them. I don’t know why. One can buy the greens in the store and I am not sure they are good to cook until the frost has been on them.

I laugh to myself when I think of some things the older generation believed in. The other day I bought a mess of greens. When I told a friend I had had a mess of greens, my friend being from New York asked me, "What do you mean by a MESS of greens?" I thought to myself where did that saying come from? Again I consulted Mr. Webster. Mess has many different meanings, among them, a portion of food for a meal. I have heard the saying a mess of something all my life. For example the neighbor gave us a mess of spare ribs after they had killed a hog, or a mess of fresh green beans. If they gave you something like apples or berries one didn’t refer to them as a mess, just apples or berries. Why not a mess?

Last week was Thanksgiving and what used to be hog killing time. One could certainly kill a hog the weather we have been having, if the weather would stay like this, but it may be 70 degrees tomorrow. My, my how the weather has changed. There was a time when winter arrived it stayed cold until spring arrived. People laugh about global warming but I believe in it. It was cold when I was a child but not as cold as it was when my parents were growing up. Daddy told about driving cattle across the frozen Arkansas River to the stockyards. Also of cutting blocks of ice from the river. Kermit McNabb told about the cold, cold morning when he and his brothers drove a wagon to Fort Smith to pick up something needed around the farm. They left before daylight in order to make the trip in one day. They lit lanterns to put by their feet to keep them from freezing and were wrapped in quilts to try to keep warm. Even with all that they nearly froze. The funny part of the trip was when they got home they had a little baby brother. I thought to myself what a way to get them away from home when the stork was hovering over the house on a cold, cold morning.

When I was in school, Greenwood always played Mansfield on Thanksgiving Day. This was the most important game of the season. The two teams were arch rivals. It was really a battle to see who could beat the other. One year they would play at Mansfield the next year it was Greenwoods turn to have it. I am sure there were more people at this game than any other of the season. To me it was always super cold when the two teams battled it out. It was a sad day when the two teams no longer played on Thanksgiving Day. This morning the frost was on the PUNKIN AT NOONTIME THE SUN IS SHINING BRIGHT. No hog killing today.