By William Kevin Stoos —— Bio and Archives--September 9, 2023
“As surely as tulips meant spring, green grass summer, and Christmas trees winter, bittersweet meant fall.”
Wild plants are treasures—not simply for their beauty alone, but also for the memories they bring. Sometimes they remind us of who we are, where we have been and of wonderful times past.
Some of my fondest childhood memories were of late fall Sunday afternoon trips to the country. We packed into the family car with our buckets and sacks and drove to the country in search of hickory nuts, walnuts and bittersweet vine.
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By Centrewing on 2023 09 07
I love these most wonderful stories of memories that come back to us like this thank you for sharing.
By Geo Tavern on 2023 09 07
How can anyone NOT comment on this heart-touching article?? I remember hunting ginsang in the mountains of West Virginia back in the 50s with my Mother, sister, & usually both brothers. I was born in 46 so I would have been maybe 4 or 5 years old. The mountains were a wonderland to me and I, too, SO miss those days. And I loved, copied, and printed it to take to my small church. Many of my sisters & brothers will want a copy. Thank you for this article that brought back such wonderful memories in my life. May God bless you in a mighty way. Geo
By Kay on 2023 09 08
Beautiful. Thank you.
By Barbi on 2023 09 14
Thank you for sharing your vivid memories. I could place myself in the old family station wagon with the windows open. Beams of sunlight busting through the shadows of the trees lining the gravel roads. Your writing is so descriptive! We all know what those old moments were like, but few are able to possess them again. Farms paved over and housing tracts take their place. I grew up near the orange orchards of southern Calif. They have long been cut down to make room for progress, so the only place I still see (and smell) them is in my mind. You remind us to savor each sight and each smell. You never know if you will be able to come back to those moments. Tell a kid that who has his head in his phone. They don't know what they are missing. They think you are an old fuddy duddy for telling them.
Again, thank you for sharing.
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