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ReflectionsBy Dorothy ThylorA good friend called the other day and reminded me that the peas were ready for picking. So...bucket in hand, hat on the head, I went pea-picking. But...the first picking wasn’t enough and I was invited back for an extended visit to the pea patch. Thistime I took a friend along for companyand HELP!The day was extra hot! The rains had left plenty of moisture to turn the nice fertile soil into mushy mud. My friend had a pair of rubber boots but I just wore old shoes. As we trudged along the mud became heavy around our feet and ever so often we’d struggle to keep our feet inside our boots and shoes. When we looked back as we left with our bags of peas we felt guilty. We’d left elephant footprints all thorugh the pea patch! We had not only acquired a bushel of peas but some of that good rich farm land!Peas have always been important to me. Perhaps because Mom always planted peas in her garden. Or it could be my pleasant memories due to peas.The most vital time I can recall that deals with peas took place in the Magic Valley.Mission is a very nice town. That’s the birthplace of our youngest three and we still correspond with several good friends we made while living there. Among those good friends were the Harry Thompsons. They had a lot of land and were in the citrus growing business. They also grew vegetables along with watermelon, tomatoes and cantaloupe. Needless to say we had plenty of each to feast on during those years. (It was during thistime that we discovered that the.oranges or grapefruit that we picked off the trees to eat, were much more tasty than those we’d always purchased in the store).One year the pea crop didn’t do so.well! By that,I mean that some sort of bug (worm) had taken over and had attacked the entire field of peas. However, one day we had a knock on the door and when we answered there stood Harry. Harry had a smile on his face that stretlt;?|ied a mile. The twinkle in his eyes gaye us a clue that he was about to make a mischievous remark, he handed us a large sack of peas that some of his braceros had gathered for him. As he did so he remarked, “The peas are wormy this year, but they don’t eat much!”That topic; place a long time ago. Harry left the land of the living quite a few years back. But since that day and each time I hear the word “peas”I am reminded of that wonderful friend of years gone by. Somehow Harry and his family made life and living much more enjoyable for us as we dwelled in that foreign land. They filled in the void due to the six hun-i #dred miles that separated us from our loved ones. It wasn’t the food they always shared with us that counted so much. Rather it was the gift of love that was always a growing part of our relationship with them.Prov.l8:24 “A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.”
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Lockhart Post Register
Lockhart, Texas, US
Thu, Sep 03, 1992
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