The jarred peaches would last all winter. They probably would have lasted a lot longer than that, but they were always eaten by the end of winter.
It was said that Green Lake was “heaven on earth” and that Miss Katherine's spiced peaches were “food for the angels.”
Katherine Barlow was the town's only schoolteacher. She taught in an old one-room schoolhouse.
It was old even then. The roof leaked. The windows wouldn't open. The door hung crooked on its bent hinges.
She was a wonderful teacher, full of knowledge and full of life. The children loved her.
She taught classes in the evening for adults, and many of the adults loved her as well.
She was very pretty. Her classes were often full of young men, who were a lot more interested in the teacher than they were in getting an education.
But all they ever got was an education. One such young man was Trout Walker.
His real name was Charles Walker, but everyone called him Trout because his two feet smelled like a couple of dead fish.
This wasn't entirely Trout's fault. He had an incurable foot fungus.
In fact, it was the same foot fungus that a hundred and ten years later would afflict the famous ballplayer Clyde Livingston.
But at least Clyde Livingston showered every day. “I take a bath every Sunday morning,” Trout would brag, “whether I need to or not.”
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