Ozark Images: Eddy and Jeanie's Farm
Some days ago, we visited Eddy and Jeanie Oliver for dinner with them and other friends. Eddy was a year ahead of me in school and lived in Viola, where he attended school, rather than my hometown of Salem, but I knew him well from basketball because he was about six feet and five inches tall, an unforgetable fact among basketball players. His wife, originally "Jeanie Scott," is the daughter of my high school math teacher, Jim Scott.
In the two photos just above and below, you can see the horizon and perhaps infer that Eddy and Jeanie's farm stands on high ground looking out on some knobs in the distance. Just click on the photographs for a better view.
Here below is the inside of their farmhouse, where you see some of us gathered. That's me in the cap gazing over at Herschel and Eddy (as you'll discover in the photo further down). Mr. Scott is seated in the foreground, looking down. My mother sits, chin on hand, with her attention also apparently caught by Herschel and Eddy. Herschel's mother, Rhea (pronounced "Ray"), is walking away from the camera, toward Mrs. Scott, who is preparing something in the kitchen.
You see below the enthralling Eddy and Herschel.
Meanwhile, my daughter has encountered a celestial feline and finds the kitty's glory shining with a spiritual force beyond what her poor eyes can bear.
Sa-Rah therefore turns to more mundane matters, shooting baskets at a goal guarded by a weeping willow tree.
En-Uk joins in the fun, demonstrating his skill in 'walking the dog'.
En-Uk shoots! And seems to make it despite the tree's goaltending. Sa-Rah dribbles away, lest tree debris tumble down upon her head.
Sweating and wearied of basketball, the two siblings sit on an all-terrain vehicle (ATV) and inspect a katydid.
Eddy comes out and takes them for a drive. En-Uk considers himself numero uno and therefore entirely deserving of being chauffered about, but Sa-Rah shows her heartfelt appreciation at Eddy's generosity.
And the three ride off for ATV lessons.
Here, the photos end though the fun continued, occupying our time and keeping us from snapping shots.