I remember in the 40’s going out in the fields and the edges of woods in the fall of the year with Mama and my sisters and gathering armloads of Broomsage. Mama looked for the longest straws, cut, cleaned and stripped these of old blooms and made enough brooms to last until the next year. Sometimes she made extras to give away to friends and relatives when they came to visit. We were a big family of nine and money was hard to come by. It was always fun when we went on these trips. I loved the old days.
Last night’s video: Mountain Path 8.