On the upside of life its always funny how things come back to you...sitting here watching everyone talk about trick or treat days when we were young and the different kind of treats we would get...Well made me think about Old Mrs. Fink she lived in a small house up at the end of our driveway..in strinestown....Us kids always thought that she was a witch....becuase she was always burning stuff in her trash barrel and it didnt smell to good...Well in third grade one of our task was to talk to a older person about there life and how things have changed..Mom said I should talk to Old Mrs. Fink, well one day after school and the fact that I was running out of time for the report to be turned in I walk up on her porch and cowardly knock on her door. Now she wasnt the fastest person in the world . So I got scared and started of leave her porch,too late!!! i heard her squeaking voice say ,what do you want???? Standing there shaking in my pf flyers, I told her about the report and she said to come back after dinner and she would let me interview her....I forgot to tell you if she had ten she had twenty cats, and paper spread everywhere for them....Well after dinner , which was ten seconds after dad walked in the door I headed up the lane to Mrs. Finks little house and her twenty cats...the stench from her old burn barrel was strong ...I got up on the porch and could see her sitting in her rocker in front of the fire place and cats laying every where a foot of her. Knocking on the door she came right to it and being shy i took my ball cap off and went inside and sat by the warm fire...Still scare as all hell I asked her to help me with the report...Well much to my surprise she was a very smart lady and told me so much about the last 85 years that she could remember. It took several days to do this and I could hardly wait to go up too her house everynight to hear more...She knew it all about the indians village on the conewago there burial site near the cemetary ...she filled my head and wrote as much as she could for me...Funny thing is that old trash barrel didnt smell so bad anymore.. course I knew why she burn so much everyday she would clean all the paper up from her cats and burn it in the old barrel. She wasnt a witch ,,she was just a lonely old woman....I kept going up and sitting with her for about two years whenever I could. Her stories were better then any book I could read, and she made the best soup in the world...So when people would call her the old witch i would just shrug and smile because I knew better...She died that second spring ...and I almost forgot about her until today..when someone mention treats at halloween time ...I remember her hard clear candy that she made and only a few would knock on her door because the thought she was a witch...but I would get my fill and I would smile because there was always plenty there...because I knew she wasnt a old witch.....
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 18:35:36 +0000
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