Today, after Church Hannah, Helen, and Grandma drove around the route I have been piling trash and hauled it home to George in his pickup. And, we drove around another 3.5 miles over towards Farewell around by the Teter place and picked up trash. I am calling this 15 miles of trash pickup.
I was going to call the county tomorrow and see if they had a place we could take it to, but George went ahead and burned it. He had several big dead tree limbs in the dump with it, so it has burned pretty good.
Hannah was the picture taker.
Blue flowers over past the Stone place.
Past JR's towards Coin, looking back towards home.
Grandma's art work.
We found this at the side of the road just past Helen's on the way back after picking up trash for 3 hours. Helen blamed my youngest son, but come to find out it was his good for nothing daughter. She said she left another one that we did not find. I guess I will find it on my next walk.
Map with additional road cleanup. Thrash Be Gone! is our motto.
Yesterday, I walked over past Peden’s chicken house, down by
Mathas’, back by the rock house where Pat once lived, across Callen’s Branch,
back up to the Red Barn and then home, picking up trash all the way.I now have trash bags strung out over several
miles of roadway that I need to collect this weekend.I have picked up trash all the way to the way
from Mathas’ house to the junction past Coin Church, to include the spur around
by Fred Smothers old place.That is 11
miles of trash pickup.George is so
pleased to see me carry all this trash home.
I live along a deadend red dirt road in North West Arkansas. I am commonly known as the Sweetest Sister. I am an old woman who searches for dead relatives. Sometimes my friends try to get me to help them find people who are living, but I tell them I am only interested in people who can't talk back. Reading blogs is a waste of time.