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| Grandma's Christmas Cactus |
Howdy Folks,
I spent my youth,
which seems so long ago, but sometimes not so long ago, on a dairy farm in PA.
When I was about 10 I was, "Farmed Out" that is to say placed on a
farm to work for my room and board. There I learned much. It was there that,
although I did not realize it at the time, I was first touched by the spirit of
the horse. While the farm always had an old tractor much of the work was done
with the heavy horses, Dan and Bill. It was huddled in their stall on one of my
first nights on the farm that I felt that spirit. I can still remember that
feeling of comfort, safety that came over me. The first time in my short life
that I felt that way.
Life was suddenly
so different. I had spent the previous 3 years locked in a room, with the sole
window painted black. Here on the farm there was a vast openness that took some
getting used to. Here on the farm there was suddenly no more ugliness, no harsh
words and worse. But there was no love there either. I was there to work. I
found my work fun though, mostly. I never really enjoyed shoveling out the
privy. If you're too young to know what that is, try the google thing. It was
here on the farm that I first discovered birds, too. My first was a Killdeer in
the cornfield as I hoed thistles from between the stalks.
The farm had no
modern conveniences, well we did have electric in the milk house, I suppose the
dairy insisted on that. But the house and the rest of the farm had no running
water or electric. One of my chores had been to carry and heat water for wash
day Monday. Another to keep the wood box full.
One day, a few
months after I'd arrived at the farm, a car pulled into the driveway between
the house and barn and I watched from the barnyard as a woman walked up to the
house. Soon she came out to me. It was my Grandma. I didn't know then, but she
was forbidden to come see me. But she did. She told me later that she'd parked
way off on other days and walked to safe vantage points to watch me work ...
Until the day came that she would watch from afar no more. Years later she told
me she would sit outside the house where I'd been in that room and stare at the
black window for hours.
From that first
meeting on the farm Grandma became my only regular visitor. The folks didn't
really like it, because when she visited it took me away from my work. But
Grandma was very determined.
Robbie and I
still have Grandma's Christmas Cactus. It blooms some years at Christmas, other
years I guess it doesn't feel like it. Over the years it has sometimes
struggled to stay with us, but like Grandma that little cactus is very
determined. Grandma loved violets too, it was for her they had such a big role
in my novel.
By my guess
Grandma's cactus is well over thirty years old, and this year it's sporting a
fine display of red blooms. I paused this morning on my way out for coffee with
Kessy and said howdy to Grandma.
That raggedy
little plant still brings Grandma's happy visits to me.
Gitty Up,
Dutch Henry
I can grow most anything, but the Christmas catus has never done well for me. I`ve never figured out just what I do wrong.
ReplyDeleteMy aunt used to have one that bloomed year after year, for nearly 10 years. I never learned her secret. LOL
Anon, Christmas Cactus take very little care. Not too much water, not too much sun. We usually set ours out on the porch for the summer, then bring them in about the end of Oct. That will usually encourage them to bloom.
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