Stacy's new puppy Buckie,which is of pekingese and welsh cargi breeding, is the pride and joy of our daughters new addition to the Clem family. Buckie's fur has a very unique color, its black with a tint of rustic brown. Buckie is now ten weeks old, Stacy however is sixteen months old, and seems to be very happy with her new found companion. Buckie's Mother and Father are of the same breed, who's names are Conway and Loretta. Stacy has already tried to feed her new friend with almost positive results, but a cookie is hardly a meal for such a small puppy. Buckie was a gift to Stacy from her aunt Joyce. When Buckie arrived at his new home, he was welcomed with outstretched arms and a sound of aw....in the voice of a blonde headed, blue eyed, young girls dreams.





She can see me step up on the rickety wooden front porch and knock on the wood screen door. She always yells, "Come on in and find a seat."
Grandmother's shoulders are hunched over and her long, brown wrinkled fingers are twined together across her knees. She reaches down to make sure her long legs are covered properly. Her bare feet rest on the small bar between the two rockers.
As the sun shines through the window, I can see her sky blue eyes and white hair that she keeps pulled back and pinned up off her neck. Small laugh wrinkles fan out around her eyes and mouth.
There's only a couch to sit on besides her rocking chair. Looking around the room I see only the essentials in furniture. No pictures hang on the walls, but they are brightly painted and clean. She has no what-nots sitting on the mantel above the empty fire place, only her box of Bruton snuff and spit can.
The kitchen is papered a bright cheerful yellow, and a yellow oil cloth covers the small wooden table that has three straight back chairs around it. The coal cook stove takes up most of the kitchen space. She keeps a teak kettle of water on the stove to make instant coffee with.
Grandmother plants a garden every spring. During the summer she invites everyone that visits to see how big her tomatoes are.
As I step out the back door I can see the smaller garden directly behind the house. There grows large red tomatoes, strawberries, sweet pepper, beets, green onions, turnips, and large cabbage heads.
To the left of her house is a much larger garden. Corn stalks with green bean vines climbing up them are planted between the potatoe hills. She steps carefully out in the pumpkin patch and pulls the vines away from it to show me how large it is.
Walking toward the house I see that it is a very old wooden structure. It has a tar paper roof and an out side toilet. Wood is stacked in a pile ready to be used for building fires.
When I leave she gives me vegatables from her garden. She stands on the front porch and invites me to, "Come back when you feel like it."


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