The national elections are in a few weeks, and some people seem ready for Facebook fistfights. The atmosphere seems negatively charged, but I think October still has a lot of good things to offer. What follows are a few.
This past week when we pulled into Little Giant in Sumiton to score some produce, there was what looked like a truckload of sweet potatoes. Through the years we have learned that the ones from Mississippi seem to be the sweetest in October. My lovely spouse Jilda baked some on Sunday, and we had them for supper. I always save my sweet potato until the last and eat it for dessert.
Fried pies were one of my mother’s specialties. Most people clamored for the peach and apple, but my favorite was her sweet potato pies.
Jilda’s sister Pat makes a sweet potato casserole with roasted pecans chopped and sprinkled on the top. She makes this dish on most holidays, and while most of the family dives head first into the dressing, I go for the sweet potato casserole first just to ensure I do not have to scrape the bottom of the Corningware.
Another good thing about October is the World Series. Even though I don’t follow major league baseball throughout the year, I love watching the World Series.
This month is also chocked full of college football. Alabama plays Tennessee in October, and hopefully Auburn will spank the Razorbacks this year.
One of the things on my “Why I Love October” list looks like it will not happen this year.
I have enjoyed the aroma of burning leaves as long as I can remember. I liked it so much that I did not mind the chore of raking.
We had a sycamore tree in our yard in Sloss Hollow that I could not reach around. In the fall, a mountain of leaves fell from that tree. On autumn afternoons I would rake leaves for hours. Later in the evening when the wind died down, I would set them ablaze and feed the flames until dusk. Spraying the dying embers with a hose before heading inside was one of mama’s rules. The smell of smoke would get infused in my hair and clothes.
My mom was not as fond of that smell as I was. She would make me leave my jeans and shirt on the back porch so that she could run them through the washing machine. She would probably have tossed me in as well, but I was too big to go through the wringer.
This October has been dryer than stale snuff here in Empire. We have had no rain in over a month. Most of the streams and ponds are as low as I have ever seen them. The last time my sinuses were this dry, I was in the mountains of Colorado. We could use a little rain.
Stepping outside this past week, the smell of smoke sent alarm bells off in my head. It looked like something burning down behind our barn. I hustled down there, but the fire was further away than I first thought. Before heading inside to call the Empire Volunteer Fire Department, I heard their sirens out on the main road.
Grabbing the keys, I jumped in the truck and drove out to the main road. The fire was raging between the main road and our barn, but the wind out of the north kept our property safe. The firemen were guarding the homes that were in harm’s way.
I know our small volunteer fire department is underfunded, but they do an incredible job and I feel fortunate to have them watching our backs.
We called 911 a few years ago when we thought a family member had a heart attack. The Empire Volunteer Fire Department was there in a matter of minutes. They had the situation stabilized before the ambulance arrived.
Even with the anxiety of the November elections on the horizon, let us not lose sight of the good things October has to offer.
– Rick Watson is a columnist and author. His latest book Life Goes On is available on Amazon.com. You can contact him via email at rick@homefolkmedia.com.
