This is the time of year we often think of past memories. Some as good and some not so good.

Avis Shaw recalls her brother-in-law, Cecil, and his wife, June, came to visit the farm quite often. They stopped by one summer day; it must have been a weekday because her late husband, Butch, wasn’t home. “We were sitting around the dining room table and a bee flew through. Pretty soon there went another one and another.

“I opened the stair door and there were more. I decided I’d better look outside. The bees were swarming on the north side of the house where there was a hole in the old siding.

“I gr...