Ed Anglin in Pentecostal Herald this month

[mizpeh]

Ed wrote an article about potato farming.

[pelathais]

Originally Posted by mizpeh

Ed wrote an article about potato farming.

Hah! What a mick.


j/k EA!

[Praxeas]

Originally Posted by mizpeh

Ed wrote an article about potato farming.

Does he talk to himself in the article or stomp out in a hissy fit insisting he will never return? I need to know if this is the real Ed Anglin

[pelathais]

Originally Posted by Praxeas

Does he talk to himself in the article or stomp out in a hissy fit insisting he will never return? I need to know if this is the real Ed Anglin

It's done in an "interview" format between the writer, EA and several interviewees. EA solicits tips on successful potato farming from:

"Seamus" - an Irish potato grower who was healed of a humpback

"Pastor Poster" - a Midwestern Pentecostal Pastor from America's potato growing heartland

"The Prophet Nahum" - who offers timely, though cranky advice on tubers

[mizpeh]

"When Strength Fails
Edward Anglin

I grew up on the far eastern edge of the Ozark Mountains, on the northern side of the Arkansas/Missouri border, in the little community of Poynor. The area gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "the middle of nowhere." It's so small it isn't even classified as a town. The nearest town is Doniphan, Missouri, which is about fifteen miles away.

The farm where I lived was owned by my grandparents. One of my earliest recollections is working in our very large garden when I was around eight or nine years old. My mom and dad, as well as all four of us kids, worked that large garden. Unlike many people, we didn't garden for pleasure or recreation. We gardened to survive.

In the mid-seventies times were tough. My dad had just returned from Vietnam and couldn't find work. Our family of six lived in a two-bedroom 14' X 70' trailer on the property, without indoor facilities. We used an outhouse until I was ten years old." page 15

to be continued

[mizpeh]

"The soil was very rocky on my grandparent's small farm, and we had to dig rocks out of the garden quite often. We had to haul in dirt from the back side of the property just to have a decent garden. We would mound up that dirt in hills around the seed potatoes and water the plants regularly.

Potatoes just happened to be the one thing we grew really well. We had loads and loads of potatoes each year. So many that we would store them underneath the trailer and my grandparent's house for the winter months. We had fried potatoes, mashed potatoes, potato cakes, diced potatoes, French fries, and just about any other kind of prepared potatoes you can imagine for about three years straight." page 15

to be continued...

[Charnock]

Well goodness, Miz, post the rest of it! I'm anxious to read more about potatoes.

Is the Herald a gardening rag now?

[pelathais]

Originally Posted by Charnock

Well goodness, Miz, post the rest of it! I'm anxious to read more about potatoes.

Is the Herald a gardening rag now?

You better NOT be setting yourself up to wise crack against my buddy Ed Anglican or I'll straighten you out, whoever you are!

[mizpeh]

Originally Posted by Charnock

Well goodness, Miz, post the rest of it! I'm anxious to read more about potatoes.

Is the Herald a gardening rag now?

The suspense is killing you, right?

I stopped because I was wondering about copyright issues but since you insist, here's the next installment:


"In the heat of the summer, we would harvest those potatoes. Wheelbarrows full of them. If you've ever done it, you know that you just can't take a shovel and dig them up. You have to dig you hands into the soil, right next to the plant stalk, to pull them up. You couldn't really wear gloves because if you did the sense of touch was lost, and you could miss some of the vegetables under the dirt, so all of us would work for hours, digging them up.

To this day, I compare my level of weariness to the way I felt after working in the garden. That usually makes me feel better about my situation. Working the potato patch was hard, and most of the time we were on our knees with our hands in the ground. By the time I was done with my little parcel of work, my back would hurt if I stood up straight.

I was a kid, so I got off easy. Long after I was through, my mom, dad, grandpa, and grandma would keep on going. I can remember lying on the grass on the edge of the garden and falling to sleep, completely exhausted and filthy from head to toe. I slept well though, comforted by the sounds of labor."

to be continued....

[Mirth1981]

Who is Ed Anglin? I'm dyin to know now...