| The Story Of Helfred Matson & Mary Garson |
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| It seems that Martha was trying to rid her property of field mice, and maybe rats. She lit something on fire, a pile of something, to burn them out. Be the unpredictable varments that they are, the rascals caught fire and then being too warm and perhaps reacting as many humans shouldn?t, ran through the dry fields. Acres and acres of land burned before the fire truck, volunteers, residents and kids stopped the fire late that evening or maybe into the next day. Just another fire. It destroy many acres, but that had happened to others. No reason to remember it except that maybe traps might have worked better on the mice and rats. But about one year later, nearly to the day, perhaps to the hour, (you can make up these perfect stories if others don?t know for sure), friends and I were at school again and the town fire siren howls. I distinctly remember the reaction of my class: ?It?s Martha Matson again?! It was. For years, when the fire siren would sound about that same time of the year, kids would respond with, ?It?s Martha again?! ha. Martha never married, but she wasn?t the only girl or boy that did not marry in those days. Her heart was huge, and she must have been a hard worker. What a grand grandmother she might have been. |