Harvest Time - Time for Thanksgiving

Brookshire Farm, for the past 27 years, hosts a Thanksgiving family reunion on the "Saturday After."

In  2017 Anne's family gathered from across the country (Pennsylvania, Ohio, Texas, Arizona) and around the State (Baton Rouge, Opelousas, Carencro, Lafayette, Youngsville, New Iberia.) There is much to be thankful for, including the memories we share of those who farmed before us.

I heard a great story about my grandma Goldye Brownlee. She and my Grandpa Ray reared their children, including my Dad, on a wheat farm in Kansas. Goldye raised chickens and would sell eggs and cream in town once a week. My sister remembered Goldye hitching the mules up to the wagon and loading the cream and eggs into the back. Then Grandma dressed up in the latest fashion, a turban and caftan inspired by Lawrence of Arabia which was the "rage" playing in the movie theaters. With 5-year-old, bright-eyed Marilyn sitting next to her on the seat, she drove the team to town, singing at the top of her lungs the entire trip. At Dad’s funeral back in Kansas, the organist told me my grandmother had a wonderful voice and sang every Sunday in the church choir. As Goldye and Marilyn approached town, folks heard the singing and came out to the wagon to buy eggs and cream.

My family sings around the piano every year on the Saturday After Thanksgiving. Some of those songs are the ones Marilyn has passed down to me from her market day trips with Grandma Goldye.

  Anne's sister and her youngest grandchild.         

    Ben and our grandson at the pipe organ.