This brings me to a little different point. A dear man who I liked to call the "honey man" died recently. He was 90 years old and I'm sure that part of that long life came from the peaceful craft of beekeeping. Frank lived across the creek from us and was always glad to share his knowledge of bees - I bought many, many jars of honey from him and his wife, Ellen. I always thought he was a connection from my grandpa who I followed around as a little girl while he tended to his bees. Frank and Ellen had a tunnel built into a glass beehive built into their home and he could watch his beloved bees come and go and work the honey while he was eating supper. I don't know if she was as much of an addict as he was.
I will miss his honey and his willingness to share his knowledge of bees as well as his opinions. He was the first person who told me about something awful happening with the bees. But most of all I will miss his quiet, peaceful manner and kindness.
Diane
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Frank certainly lived a long life and obviously had a passion for bees. Our Kuwaiti neighbor used to keep bees and always shared honey with us, dates from his trees, vegetables from his garden. When he passed from cancer a few years ago, his family didn't continue this courtesy or tradition which is kind of sad. The gift of homemade and handmade is definitely a gift of love.
He sounds like an interesting old soul. I like honey,but I'm not so sure I would be open to having them in the house,even if we were separated by glass.Cherish your memories of The Honey Man.
I love honey too and ever since a child have had a fascination for bees, never feeling scared of them, just happy to see them. I'm glad you had the chance to know such a wonderful man. Jane xx
Your old neighbour sounds like quite a character. I hope you find someone else to buy your honey from. Once you've had honey straight from the keeper it's hard to go back to store-bought.
We might have to start shipping honey from Alaska now. Love you, great talking to you! Xo bean
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