Growing up I cut the grass after I was old enough to push the mower. I used to envy the Mill Hill boys because most did not have grass to cut and their mothers ‘swept the yard’. Some had rakes and raked designs into the dirt. The dirt yards made it super to ‘play cars’ in.
Playing cars was crawling around pushing a small block of wood that in your mind was a beautiful car. We made roads and drew houses in the dirt. We had a home with a dive way, etc. Some boys were creative with ditches and bridges. You could do that if you didn’t have grass, other wise the only place to play cars was under the house.
But back to grass. I grew up thinking the smell of onions meant the grass has just been cut. I noticed we had a lot of wild onions here yesterday when I cut the grass. We have NEVER had a yard that would win an award. I have always just cut the weeds and onions.
Wild onions told me when to ‘push the yard’. They sprouted first and when they got a couple inches above the other grass and weeds, IT WAS TIME, or I was in for a rough time if I waited. I could run and push the mower if I didn’t wait too long. I learned early to use an oil can. Daddy had one of the oil cans that you thumbed the bottom of the can to make it squirt. There were many times to keep from filling the oil can, I used mama’s ‘3 in 1 oil’. She kept it for the sewing machine. It was thin oil.
Anyway yesterday, I smelled onions. And I used one like this:
Nite Ships log
All the churches dad pastored had grass at the church and parsonage. Back then it was the pastor’s job to keep the grass cut, so that was one of my ‘chores’. Did you ever push a mower?