Ralphie, did we grow up together?! It seems like our families talked alike. My family also called it a swatter but I knew it was spelled swather so your question threw me. As for the witness tree, I've never heard that before but our land was lined by either fence or road or swamp so we had no use for one. My uncle's place, however, had an old post that everyone just called the line post. I believe there was a fence there at one time but it was all removed except the corner post.
We were camping once and our friends' kids wanted smoores. After a through search of both campers, all that was found was mini marshmallows. Cheap beer will make you willing to try anything once-didn't work well. I don't remember any other campers there, so the laughs were all ours. Made sure to pack regular mallows the next time.
We can start a "We ain't no god dang redneck club".
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One of my most fond memories from when I was a child was sitting in Willard's lap and steering a tractor. I loved the way the cap on the exhaust opened and shut. Our family were the founders of Manorville MN. We went down there every laborday. We still have some relatives there, but Willard was the last Blanch left and past 2 years ago. If you have been there you know of the Hubbel House. When you come in the door there are pictures of my ancestors and there is a Blanch street in the town.
