A twenty acre woodlot backed up to our farm house. It provided firewood for our ever hungry wood stoves. In fall it offered a steady supply of squirrels and rabbits for our supper table. It was a place to explore, to hike and watch the birds, to find peace and quiet. And when you did something wrong, a place to run to while you waited for Pa to cool off and reconsider the punishment you knew was coming if you’d not escaped to this wonderful hiding place.
On Mother’s Day, the woods was an especially important place for on a hillside on the north side of the woodlot, in a little clearing, grew a big patch of purple violets, light purple, some a dark velvety purple. My brothers and I would pick bouquets of these beautiful spring flowers and give them to our mother for Mother’s Day. She put the fragile flowers in a jelly glass and then place them in the middle of the kitchen table where we’d all enjoy them. For several years, this was our Mother’s Day gift, and one that Mother seemed always to enjoy when she saw her three little boys, each holding a fist full of the purple flowers emerge from the woods with big smiles on their faces.
THE OLD TIMER SAYS: It’s not the size of the gift, but the size of the thought that counts.
May 14, 10 a.m.-2:00 p.m. Books signing. Dregni’s, Westby.
May 18, 7:00 p.m., Beloit Library. Ames County Novels.
May 23, 7:30 p.m. Brodhead Historical Society. History of Wisconsin Agriculture.
May 26, 7:00 p.m. Eagle River Library. Campfires and Loon Calls.
June 2, 7:00 p.m. Luck Library. Campfires and Loon Calls.