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A long time before I was born, my Grandma and grandpa moved into the house on Beechwood Avenue. They had a young family — of 4 little girls. The little girls Slept in the attic in a big feather bed.lt was cold there on winter night. Grandma put hot bricks under the covers at the foot of the bed to keep the little girls warm.
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During the Great Depression, work was hard to find, so Grandpa did whatever jobs he could. He dug ditches' during the week and on Weekend he and Grandma dug a garden to grow some of their own food. I heard this story when I was in Vietnam, and it was told to me as fact. I have no way of knowing for sure that it is true, but I do know that stranger things have happened in war. Whatever their planned target, the mortar1 rounds landed in an orphanage2 run by a missionary3 group in the small Vietnamese village. The missionaries and one or two children were killed outright, and several more children were wounded, including one young girl, about eight years old.
The house on Beechwood Avenue had a big Front yard with shade trees and fruit trees. In the middle of the yard was a water pump where the four little girls pumped water for cooking, cleaning and watering the garden. On one side of the yard, Grandma and Grandpa planted tomatoes, beans, squash, cucumbers, peppers and strawberries to feed their growing family. They planted Roses geraniums lilacs and irises on the other Side of the yard, around the statue of the Blessed Mother.
That was when Grandma realized that her bees had helped with her garden all summer ???
"So that's why my little garden had such a big crop! "she exclaimed. From that Time on, Grandma always believed that since Grandpa couldn't be there to help her that summer, he had sent the bees to take his place and make Grandma's little garden grow and grow.
The family grew up, and before too many years had passed, the grandchildren came to visit. Grandma and Grandpa still planted their garden every spring. Everyone still enjoyed the good food from the garden and always took some home.Grand children grow up and grandparents grow older. It became harder for Grandma and Grandpa to keep up the garden. So they made it a little smaller. There was still plenty to eat from the garden and lovely flowers to enjoy. Then one summer when Grandpa was eighty-nine years old, all he could do was watch from his lawn chair as the vegetables grew and the roses bloomed. Summer slowly faded, and Grandpa died before it was time to bring in the harvest.
One sunny day in the early summer, Grandma heard a commotion in the front yard and looked out the window to see a frightening sight a gigantic swarm of bees filled the air between two tall trees. There was thousands of bees in the air, so many that the swarm reached the tree-tops! The buzzing sound was tremendous. Grandma watched as the bees made their way into a hole up in one of the trees. Before long, everyone of those bees had disappeared into its new home.
Grandma wondered what in the world she could do. Should her hair someone to get rid of bees? That would cost more than she could afford. She decided to wait and think it over.During the next few days, the bees were busy madding their own business. Grandma could always see a few bees he opening high in the tree. Before long, she decided the bees won't bother anyone, so she went about her business and didn't give them any other thought.
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