THE BEEKEEPERS
Clean, golden clover honey encapsulates a hearty, hunk of ‘comb in a clear glass Mason or Ball jar. Down Sandborn way, memorialize upon his death, a farmer now a town dweller is remembered as the beekeeper who provided much of the honey to his community. His namesake Jerry Converse, as he was thus called whilst his mother yet liveth, was to become a confident caretaker of a bee’s hives in his own right, as his grandchildren can still attest. Oh, to take the honeycomb from the pail, cut it, and place it in a jar, to covered and filled with the nectar of hive. It was a valuable, sweet condiment used to crown the scratch, flour biscuits and the high dome, light rolls my grandma made. Oh, to be raised in a land of milk and honey! Can you yet smell and taste them?
Jerry and Isabella Hoagland of Sandborn, IN ; my Papaw Pierce’s grandparents. They are interred in the Sandborn Cemetery.
