January | 2014 | COURAGE TIMES THREE

<a href="Courage Times Three.A Novel by Brenda Brown Elliott
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<a href=”https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18469444-courage-times-three-a-novel” style=”float: left; padding-right: 20px”><img alt=”Courage Times Three.A Novel” border=”0″ src=”https://djgho45yw78yg.cloudfront.net/assets/nocover/111×148.png” /></a><a href=”https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18469444-courage-times-three-a-novel”>Courage Times Three.A Novel</a> by <a href=”https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7260139.Brenda_Brown_Elliott”>Brenda Brown Elliott</a> 
My rating: <a href=”https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/715454425″>5 of 5 stars</a> 
I believe it is a warm inspiring story of love, courage, God, Faith, and trust. Love lost is an acceptance in life that is hard to swallow but one finds the wherewithal to move forward, which is so inspiring. War is inevitable due to power and control. Peace never lasts for long and hate seems to seep into crevasses and cracks in the earth, into our bones as we live in this world of sin. But again we overcome because of love.
 
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Yesteryear – Blueberry picking Summers in the 1960s

10 Jan 2014 Leave a comment

by cttbbelliott in Conglomeration of posties

When we are able to reach back with our minds to those days that were so filled with activities, it’s hard to fathom what today’s world offers children in their innocence. The old hill called “Fabiola Bluff” filled with blueberries in early August. Never did we miss a year of picking berries to the hilt. We headed home with our filled, five-quart plastic pails with lids. We crossed a principle highway to get their, without parents, mind you. We were raised to know better than to even approach that highway if we saw a single car and the oldest of us would be responsible for our safety. We didn’t have cell phones to keep in touch with our parents. They were at work or working at home and caring for the younger siblings. A truly full time job back then when all of the clothing had to be ironed after hanging on clotheslines, entirely wrinkled. I remember my mom even ironing sheets and pillow cases with a mangle.

We would get those buckets home to clean them, tossing out any greenies or whities. Those beautiful, big, wild berries were then put into pint and quart jars which we would sell from house to house in the neighborhood. And boy, did those berries sell fast for 50 cents a pint or 75 cents a quart. That was big money to us.

This adventurous type of fun made us money and got us out of the house for hours out in the sunshine and fresh air. We got out of mom’s hair and we got to have a picnic lunch while there.

This was just one of the joys of yesteryear that we thoroughly enjoyed. Can you imagine letting kids go out to do that today? We lived in town and had to walk a couple of miles there and back each time. Those were the days!