Now I am going to tell you about our house we all lived in, until I was seven years old. I loved the house because there was lots of room inside, places to play hide and seek (in one game I shut a door on my brother Charlie's finger and nearly cut it off,) a big yard with a high wooden fence all around the back, a swing (where we always had fun on May 24th with flares stuck in the posts, a chicken coop and real chickens, 2 geese, I was scared to death of when I had to feed them. And best of all a big verandah that went right across the front of the house, with chairs, stools, and a hammock. We used to swing in it until we and it turned upside down, and roared with laughter. Many's the night when it was too hot to sleep inside, we could sit on the steps and listen to the frogs croak, and adults talk. But I always had to have a sweater on as I caught cold so easily.
Then inside it was nice. Mom had shiny floors, and in winter we used to spend lots of our energy sliding on them in our socks. There were three bedrooms on one side of the wooden, cream and white colored house, and Mary and I had the middle one, off the dining room, the boys had the back one and Dad and Mom the front one, facing the verandah. Mom had long, brown wavy hair and I was always happy to see her do it, brush and wind it up. I think she was pretty, but lots of times she spanked us, mostly me, because I was always into mischief. But more of that later, as we are still on about the house.
|Ice box, similar to the one Letty describes|
Its hard to realize this quaint and charming scene was part of my mother's living memory until last year (2014.) How life has changed! The table her father made, remained part of our family for years. It had a drawer in the middle where we kept the silverware.