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Old Time Gardens 
so fine a word as well as color that it is annoying 
to hear the poets change it to crimson. 
This regard of and aversion to the Poppy lingered 
among elderly folks till our own day ; and I well 
recall the horror of a visitor of antique years in our 
mother’s garden during our childhood, when we 
were found cheerfully eating Poppy seeds. She 
viewed us with openly expressed apprehension that 
“ Black Heart, Amorous Poppies.” 
we would fall into a stupor ; and quite terrified us 
and our relatives, in spite of our assertions that we 
<c always ate them,” which indeed we always did and 
do to this day ; and very pleasant of taste they are, 
and of absolutely no effect, and not at all of evil 
smell to our present fancy, either in blossom or seed, 
though distinctly medicinal in odor. 
Returned missionaries were frequent and honored 
visitors in our town and our house in those days; 
and one of these good men reassured us and rein- 
