City. He kept them up there so that they would be as out of reach as possible, and when he worked with them he wore protective clothing that made him look like a "moon man".After a while they swarmed and covered a section of the fence. I'm not sure how long he actually had them after that.
But, I recall Grandma harvesting honey from the honeycomb by warming it over the stove. The wax would melt and rise to the top of the honey, which was left underneath.
One day while the stove was going with honey in the pot, Dad asked us if we wanted to watch a baby bee being born. Richard and I were very excited to witness this event, which took place on the kitchen table under a glass bowl. It was amazing.
P.S. This is not my Dad in the picture but it sure looks a lot like him, doesn't it?
2 comments:
Fun memory
It had ME fooled!
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