The garden and Mickey

All the story of the garden is correct. Yes, we enjoyed so much sitting between the rows eating tomatoes with our salt shaker.

Dad and Uncle Elmer owned the gas station. I was often allowed to walk up to the station and Mickey always went with me. We had to cross the highway but back then that was no big deal.
Mom was in labor with Michelle and dad left to take mom to the hospital and Mickey followed them up the road to the highway but then couldn't keep up with the car naturally. Some drunks in a car or truck swerved clear over to the opposite shoulder to hit Mickey. This was seen by some of our small community. Yes, I was very sad and, being a child, I blamed Michelle. I would have nothing to do with her for the first three weeks after she was home. But mom was smart, she just let it take it's course and one day she asked me if I would please help her by giving Michelle her bottle. I did and I learned that my baby sister was okay and I frequently held her after that.

The chickens

Well, I first have to say that I don't remember you being there. Are you sure that you didn't just hear the story so much that you think you were there? You had to be very small if you were there. Anyway... Uncle Elmer, Aunt Gertie, mom, and dad (and I was sitting on dad's lap in the front). Uncle Elmer drove to their friend's farm and stole 4 chickens. Aunt Gertie had one in each hand (holding the chickens by their feet) and mom had the same. The friend stopped them and started to reach in the back for the chickens and mom told him (laughingly) that she would slap his face if he touched her legs. You see both of the women had the chickens covered with their full-skirted dresses.

Sis, you have the rest of the story correct, yes the folks dressed them and later the neighbor took them back.

A note to all readers....last night dad called me and asked me to come visit with him. I told him I had been thinking about my childhood and especially when they stole their friend's chickens. I told it like I remember it and asked him if I remembered it correctly and he said " oh yes" with a big smile on his face.

The spittoon and the kick in the butt

The spittoon was in the bank...I thought it was quite nice of them to provide a potty for me.

The kick in the butt was in the post office.....and I thought it was funny that she nudged you with her foot for pestering me. You didn't get it near enough times and you know this is true. lol

Your blog "About Me" is quite accurate....you were quite a pest and loved picking on me. I often got in trouble for retalliating to your pestiness and that didn't seem quite fair.

I have to declare that even now you seem to enjoy picking on me but at least, as an adult, I can just laugh at you.

I want all of our readers to know that we three sisters are very close and have been for all of our years. Heaven help anyone that upsets or hurts any of us because that will mean that two of us are going to be angry and we definitely stand up for each other.

Outdoor plumbing

Yes, the outhouse was terrible but remember what we had to use for toidy paper?....catalogs...and they worked well until companies started coming up with slick, colored pictures. Inside, at night or when we were sick, we had a bucket (forget the potty chair).

Yes, we had a hand pump for water in the kitchen and then it was heated to prepare our bath water. There was also a outside pump which we had to fill buckets to water the garden.

Yes, it was hard back then but it has a lot of favorite memories for me!

Mudpies

This one cracked me up because you forgot a part that if you remembered you would have enjoyed telling. It's very true that I considered that cool spot under "my" lilac bush mine and only mine. And at times yes I wanted to be under there alone but you would whine and whine so I came up with a way for you to prove to me how badly you wanted in. I would tell you "I'll let you in if you will take a bite of mudpie". Now in my defense I never let you swallow any of it and my plan worked real well until one day the pie hadn't baked long enough and you had some mud around your mouth and mom saw it. But yes, sis, we had some great times under that lilac bush.

Tricky little sister again!!!! I love you!!!

Well you did it again....it didn't take me long to realize after reading your blogs that there isn't enough room in the comments section for me to comment on your recollections. I never ever thought I would create a blog of my own but you've forced it, you little stinker. lol