Hello to everyone out there in the blogosphere!! Pat here, ready to share one of the MANY adventures of my picking buddy, Judy and me. And, oh boy, do we have some adventures!! Like the time Judy and I went to a pick where the elderly mother had passed away and had TONS of stuff in box after box after box after,....well, you get the point. We were going through some old boxes in her barn where 'no man had trod' for many years. Judy was looking on a shelf and pulled a box out a little farther to open it. Apparently she had also shaken the whole shelf unit 'cause clumps of.........PETRIFIED RACCOON POOP rained down on her head!! But did Judy freak-out and run for cover? NNNNOOOOOO, Judy is a true picker--she simply shook it off her head and kept right on pickin!! What a champ!!!
But that's not todays adventure--this story starts with the passing of a dear friend and fellow picker, Ray B who had passed away several months before. Ray and his wife, Mel were true pickers, great people and wonderful friends--they also had a 'good eye' for picking. So, when Mel called me to see if I wanted to come picking I was calling Judy, filling my truck with gas and on the road to her house in minutes! We arrived excited to see our old friend Mel, her daughter Judy (Judith from this point on) and Judith's husband Dennis. We had a great time visiting with Mel, remembering Ray and enjoying a good pick.
So here are some pictures of our pick, which we have named "Ray's Pick" in loving memory of a wonderful picker and great man:
Would love to have been there when the Raccoon poop went flying :) Great blog! Keep the stories coming.
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