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Flowers and nuts I was a bookkeeper at Reynolds Mill, our family’s business, near Robbins. We dealt with the farmers who were wonderful people. These farmers brought their grain and corn to the mill to have it ground into flour and meal. Sometimes the wives would ride with their husbands to the mill. It was always a delight to see them. There was a small lady I especially enjoyed. She always wore a pretty straw hat. One day she came in the office with a pretty bunch of flowers she had cut from her yard. The stems were in a wet, white cloth. She had a brown bag in the other hand. She told me, “When I got in the pickup, my husband asked me, ‘What are you going to do with the flowers?’ I told him I was taking them to Geneva. His answer was, ‘I did not know she was dead. When did she die?’ I told him, she is not dead. I am giving her flowers while she is living.” Now what was in the brown bag? She had been to the woods and picked up a bag of hickory nuts for me. She said, “I hope you like them.” I have received some nice gifts wrapped in pretty paper with big shiny bows, but nothing has touched me like that handful of flowers and the brown bag with the hickory nuts. It surely was the thought that counted. Geneva Reynolds Auman | Seagrove, Randolph EMC
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