{"id":448,"date":"2019-12-30T19:51:53","date_gmt":"2019-12-30T19:51:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/?p=448"},"modified":"2019-12-30T19:51:53","modified_gmt":"2019-12-30T19:51:53","slug":"ten-mile-river-rambles-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/?p=448","title":{"rendered":"TEN MILE RIVER RAMBLES"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>Dad&#8217;s Gardens<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong> <img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-449 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/C-DON-RAMBLE-DSC05809-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" \/><\/strong><\/span><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>It&#8217;s a few days following Christmas, 2019, and I&#8217;m here at home on Phillips Street in Attleboro peeling a few old potatoes with sprouts \u2013 <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>Aunt Nancy is cooking a small roasting chicken in the oven and we plan to make a few mashed potatoes for fixin&#8217;s. <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>The memory of Dad Doucette&#8217;s vegetable gardens crossed my mind &#8211; his primary acre at the back of the Pelletier Farm off Thurber Avenue in Attleboro and later after we moved to Franklin Street, Uncle Joe and Aunt Ida (Dad&#8217;s sister) Hearn allowed Dad to plant behind their house on Thacher Street next to the Ten Mile River.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>I remember one year at the Hearn garden, Dad tried a patch of celery closer to the river and it surprisingly did exceptionally well &#8211; so much so that Dad crated the lot and sold it to Bobby Goulet who used that celery at the Ice Cream Shop restaurant on Bank Street. <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>As I recall, that was the only time Dad planted celery.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>As for potatoes, Dad always planted potatoes and I recall his purchasing seed potatoes at Conlon and Donnelly in Attleboro &#8211; by the pound, placed in a paper sack with the top twisted and tied with twine. <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong> <img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-450 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/12\/C-DON-OIP-300x186.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"186\" \/><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>Dad cut the spuds into seedling eyes with his old chicken killing knife, planted the eyes in hilled rows and always had grand success with the potato crop. <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>For us kids, harvest time was the most fun.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>The turning of the dry vines exposed the mature potatoes &#8211; caution always practiced not to injure or mishandle the crop to ensure for proper storage.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>Another product Dad repeatedly purchased at Conlon and Donnelly were small cans of liquid tar &#8211; placed his seed corn kernels in a bucket and mixed the corn seed with that awful smelling tar and then planted the corn into evenly spaced hills. <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>The tar kept the crows from eating the seed prior to germination.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>Dad&#8217;s Ten Mile River Watershed gardens always produced bumper crops as well as bumper memories.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>Happy New Year all as we begin our new decade.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #000095;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #950000;\"><strong>By Don Doucette<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-size: 14pt; color: #950000;\"><strong>Ten Mile River Rambles<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dad&#8217;s Gardens \u00a0 It&#8217;s a few days following Christmas, 2019, and I&#8217;m here at home on Phillips Street in Attleboro peeling a few old potatoes with sprouts \u2013 \u00a0 Aunt Nancy is cooking a small roasting chicken in the oven and we plan to make a few mashed potatoes for fixin&#8217;s. \u00a0 The memory of<\/p>\n<p class=\"more-link\"><a href=\"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/?p=448\" class=\"themebutton2\">Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"rttpg_featured_image_url":null,"rttpg_author":{"display_name":"admin","author_link":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/?author=1"},"rttpg_comment":0,"rttpg_category":"<a href=\"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/?cat=1\" rel=\"category\">Uncategorized<\/a>","rttpg_excerpt":"Dad&#8217;s Gardens \u00a0 It&#8217;s a few days following Christmas, 2019, and I&#8217;m here at home on Phillips Street in Attleboro peeling a few old potatoes with sprouts \u2013 \u00a0 Aunt Nancy is cooking a small roasting chicken in the oven and we plan to make a few mashed potatoes for fixin&#8217;s. \u00a0 The memory ofRead&hellip;","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/448"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=448"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/448\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":451,"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/448\/revisions\/451"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=448"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=448"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dodgemillmuseum.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=448"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}