Visiting Grandma

Written by Joyce C. Lock

Ifrepparttar creek was up, we had to parkrepparttar 118229 car next torepparttar 118230 gravel country road, then take our shoes off and walkrepparttar 118231 long stretch torepparttar 118232 barn (wading throughrepparttar 118233 water, as water coveredrepparttar 118234 road up pastrepparttar 118235 barn). The water was knee high ... if you wererepparttar 118236 oldest kid. So,repparttar 118237 two youngest got carried.

While that might have sounded like fun, one was barefoot, trying to keep clothes clean, holding one's shoes up inrepparttar 118238 air, stepping lightly, not knowing what one would be stepping on next. Hopefully, no one would slip and fall intorepparttar 118239 water. And, on top of that, women still wore dresses in those days. So, mom carriedrepparttar 118240 lighter little one while trying to keep her dress out ofrepparttar 118241 water. It was hard work for all.

We also had to make sure to stay in a straight path, so as not to get sucked intorepparttar 118242 creek. Of course, we wouldn't dare crossrepparttar 118243 little wooden bridge, onrepparttar 118244 path beforerepparttar 118245 barn, until Dad assured us as to whererepparttar 118246 bridge was located. A miss step could meanrepparttar 118247 creek, of course.

Only,repparttar 118248 hill torepparttar 118249 house was much steeper; gooey red clay when soaked, with crevices throughoutrepparttar 118250 mud road.

The Good Old Days

Written by Joyce C. Lock

Eventful isn't always fun. But, one might as well laugh at it.

We worked harder at Grandma's house than any place on earth. There was no electricity inrepparttar earlier years. Water had to be drawn fromrepparttar 118228 well. Milk came straight fromrepparttar 118229 cow ... gross. And, food was still alive!

The table was set with all sorts of foreign oddities modern day children would abhor. If it didn't come in a box or bag, forget it. This was a really good week to go on a diet!

None of us ... absolutely none of us sisters ever have any desire to go camping, fishing, hunting, or even to have a garden. We got our fill in our early years.

The good old days my foot! I bet I could write a funny page about them good old days. Grandma thought for sure them there chickens would peck us to death!

The only thing worse thanrepparttar 118230 stinky splinter potentialed outhouse wasrepparttar 118231 dreaded ice cold pot. And, if there wasn't a full moon, you were on your own. We'd often cheat and pee just outsiderepparttar 118232 front door, thinking it would be dry by morning, nonerepparttar 118233 wiser. Maybe that's why there was never anything green growing aroundrepparttar 118234 doorway.

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