Monday memories

This cider press belonged to my great grandfather Johnston. It was given to wonderful stewards...my cousins the Reids.. they have lovingly keep it and restored it and are now making cider again. My brother Ike and I have great memories of this cider operation when we were kids. We were given some to take home to Fl. one year and it "got old"..lolol on the way home... we really thought we had treasure....Ann and her girls went over a couple a weekends ago and they were gifted some more cider but thankfully only had to drive over one drive-way to get it home...such memories...we sure are fortunate to have them. We had a sad time over this last weekend...Ann had bought a pot belled pig at the Mountain Fair and it was here only one night and one day and then it died. We really do not know what caused its demise but it was so sad for Ann her girls.
Looking out over the mountains to the west last night...even thru the tears for the lost pig..I said a prayer of thanks...to be able to be where you "always wanted to be" is a blessing I am so thankful to have. The sun was setting..the girls were running home and this ole bear just sat in her swing and cried tears of joy to be here....Gene and Ann buried the piglet in the pet cemetery while the dogs and I watched from the porch...Bless Gene's heart..he is always the pet undertaker.

The bottom photo is of one of the kittens ..I can never tell which one...Timmy or Katy and Yonah the tye dye black one. We have had so much fun with these kittens...we believe their mother Brittain is trying to get them to move out...she keeps taking them to the barn...they come back to the porch for the food.
We had a nice weekend except for the bad Dylan piggie story. R.I.P. Dylan...