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I'VE BEEN LOOKING AT SOME THINGS I WROTE OFF AND ON SO WILL TELL ABOUT THE FUN BAKER THOUGHT UP FOR SOME OF US. WHEN WE TOOK THE WOOD IN FOR THE FIRE WE USED A WAGON OR SLED AND SOME OF THE TIME WE PLAYED LIKE WE WENT TO THE FOREST TO GET THE WOOD. WHO EVER PULLED THE SLEIGH OR WAGON WAS THE HORSES. THEN WHEN WE GOT TO THE DOOR WE WOULD ALL CARRY AND STACK THE WOOD BY THE COOK STOVE. ONE OF US USUALLY HAD TO STEADY THE LOAD AS WE STACKED AS MUCH ON AS WE COULD TO MAKE FEWER TRIPS. BAKER MADE A SWING BY HANGING AN OLD WORN OUT TIRE WITH A ROPE FROM A BRANCH THAT GREW OUT FROM THE TREE IT WAS QUITE A JOB BUT WE HAD LOTS OF FUN IN IT. ONE DAY BAKER DECIEDED TO TEASE AND CLIMBED THE TREE AND WOULD PULL THE ROPE UP AND STOP OUR SWINGING. WE OF COURSE WENT TO MOM AND SHE GOT AFTER BAKER. WHEN THE TEASING CONTINUED AND WE FINALLY WORE MOM DOWN AS SHE WAS HEADED OUT THE DOOR OR MAYBE SHE HAD THE STRAP IN HER HAND SHE WENT AFTER BAKER. HE RAN AND SHE CHASED HIM TILL OUT OF WIND AND TOLD HIM HE WAS TO STOP AS HE WAS KILLING HER. HE STOPPED AND SHE GRABBED HIM AND HE TOOK HER FLYING AROUND AND ROUND IN A CIRCLE. SHE NEVER GOT A LICK IN BUT HE DIDN'T TEASE LIKE THAT AGAIN.
IN THE SPRINGING DAD PLOWED A BIG GARDEN SPACE AND I SPENT LOTS OF TIME WITH MOM IN HELPING HER PLANT. SHE'D SEND ME TO THE FAR END WITH THE STICK WRAPPED WITH STRING AND I'D UNWIND AS I WENT THEN SHE WOULD TELL ME WHEN TO STICK THE END OF THE STICK IN THE GROUND. THE ROWS HAD TO BE SO FAR APART AND VERY STRAIGHT. WE PLANTED RADISHES TURNIPS CORN AND BEETS AND CARROTS CUCUMBERS AND BEANS. CAN'T RE CALL ANY HING ELSE. THE CUCUMBERS ALWAYS PLANTED CLOSE TO THE CORN AND THE PLANTS WOULD SPREAD INTO THE CORN PATCH. I LIKED TO GO OUT AND PICK A CUCUMBER PEEL WITH MY TEETH AND EAT IT FRESH. OF COURSE I THOUGHT I WAS HIDING IN THE CORN PATCH BUT I DOUBT THERE WAS MUCH MOM DIDN'T KNOW.
OUR COUSIN VERNON SLACK WHO WAS OLDER THAN DARLEEN LIKED TO COME WHEN THE TURNIPS WERE BIG ENOUGH TO PULL. HE LOVED THEM AND ALWAYS SEEMED TO KNOW WHEN IT WAS TIME BEFORE THEY GOT TO BIG. HE RODE HIS HORSE OVER AND WOULD CHASE ANY KIDS WHO WAS OUT SIDE SCARING US BADLEY. HE'D TALK TO MOM AND EAT A FEW TURNIPS RAW OF COURSE THEN GO BACK TO HIS FARMING. I WONDER NOW IF THAT IS WHY MOM PLANTED TURNIPS EVERY YEAR. SHE DID LIKE THE TOPS FOR GREENS AND WOULD COOK A FEW TURNIPS WHICH COOKED I DIDN'T LIKE. TURNIP GREENS WERE VERY GOOD AND WE HAD THEM OFTEN WHILE THE TURNIPS WAS STILL YOUNG AND AS LONG AS THEY LASTED.
ONE SUMMER I WAS TOLD DANDELION LEAVES MADE THE BEST GREENS. I WENT OUT AND PICKED AND PICKED TILL I WAS TIRED MOM TOLD ME DIDN'T HAVE NEAR ENOUGH BUT SHE COOKED THEM ANYWAY AND THE AMOUNT DWINDELED DOWN TO SO SMALL A SERVING. NO MORE DANDELION GREENS FOR ME.