Gardens are finally back!

I grew up during the depression and WWII so I can vividly remember having a garden.  During the depression, people who wouldn't otherwise have enough to eat, canned vegetables from their garden. During WWII many of us helped the war effort by growing our own vegetables in a "Victory Garden". Sadly, the gardening craze didn't last  into the fifties before most people quit raising their own vegetables.  Gardening by then was considered as "country" or just for "poor" folks. We didn't live in the county and we weren't poor, but we still planted vegetables for a long time after we were supposed to quit if we kept up with the "Jone's".
Lately we've become organic so it's okay once again to grow our own. We are also going "green" on more than just St Patrick's Day.  It's long over due as far as I'm concerned. Why we are still dependent on foreign or domestic oil falls directly at the door step of your "not so" favorite oil company.

My Grandfather

My grandfather died of a stroke on December 4, 1948 in Oklahoma City.  He was taken to St Anthony's Hospital then buried two days later in the Walters (English) Cemetery in Walters, Okla.  I stayed with Hoyt and Atha lee Moore, who were members of my dad's church. The Moore's lived in West Nichols Hills and had a daughter named Iva lee. She dated my brother for a while, then married someone else who worked for the Sherman Funeral Home. His son Dwayne was my age. 
During the last few years of my grandfather's life, he was a security guard at the Tradesman's National Bank (Uncle Joe Figg managed the building). His wife, Louise Campbell Ferguson,  died several years later on August 12, 1956.  My mother didn't like either one of my grandparents very much so we seldom visited unless mother had no choice.
They lived on NW 39th Street at the top of a hill and across the street from a mini mart.  Their house was several blocks from the Classen trolley which traveled up & down Classen Blvd. A trolley also traveled NW39th street along the side of Lake Overholser all the way to the turn around in Yukon, Okla.. The house had a grape arbor and an old carriage house that once held harness, teams, and wagons.  The kitchen had been added to the main house after the cook house was torn down and a bathroom was added when they added plumbing.
My father kept a worthless oil company stock that once belonged to my grandfather until he died in 1985.

Mother-in-laws & their "Other half"

Both of the women I've had the pleasure of calling my Mother-in-law were not cut from the typical cloth.  First of all they never acted like what has become typical.  I met the first long before I met what would become my first wife. She shopped at the Humpty Dumpty Super Market where I worked until she died shorty after my 22nd Birthday. I can't remember her ever intimating me or inter fearing with anything.  Instead she introduced me to her daughter and encouraged us every step of the way. I can't say the same for TH George.  I'll just say that we never managed more than a few moments when we agreed on anything.
My second effort is still going on. At 88 plus (what some say is a life time) she is still going strong!  She's beginning to slow down (but don't tell her).  In 35 plus years of marriage, she has never even raised her voice.  I can't say the same for Doc.  Until his death we were always trying, but never quite succeeding.  He eventually did manage to tolerate me and I tried to accommodate him.