a few more memories

I remember one time the door to the bin was left open and a cow got in there and broke a number of jars. That was one of the few times I saw my mother cry. She needed that food to feed the house builders with enough left to feed the family thru the winter.

Back to early chores. It must have been when Dale was a baby that mother tied him in the rocking chair and my job was to stand and rock the chair so he would go to sleep. Or she would tie me in, with him tied on my lap, and I would rock him. When summer came I pulled him in the little wagon up and down the drive. Evidently there was a baby buggy for the older children. The only thing I remember about that was Wesley putting someone in the buggy upstairs and wheeling them part way over the open stairway to scare us. Later Daddy put wooden rails around the stairs.