Last night one of the grandkids came in from out of state for Thanksgiving. I was cold and wanted something hot to drink. I heard voices but not realizing there was someone here; went to the kitchen to get some tea to drink. She was in the living room talking to her dad. I was embarrassed walking to the kitchen in my nightgown interrupting their conversation, but it reminded me of a childhood memory. It was so clear it was like I was taken back to the days before phones, rotary or cell, Facebook, or email. Back when the only way we heard from family was when they showed up at your door. They would start out after work, drive at night so the kids would sleep and usually show up at midnight. We lived in Southern Missouri on a dairy farm. We became the family go to spot for those who lived in the city. The adults would set up talking until around 2 am. We kids were sent off to bed to sleep. But that didn’t happen. We sat at the top of the stairs listening to what the adults were talking about until we got bored with family news and started playing. After getting told to calm down a few times we gave in and went to bed, girls in one room and boys in the other.
It was great ease dropping on the adults but forgetting that it would soon be morning and on a farm that means early morning chores. Animals still had to be fed, and cows need to be milked, eggs gathered. But with all the new help we got done in record time. We could smell the bacon cooking and biscuits baking for breakfast. If it was near a holiday the cinnamon rolls and hot coco would be added. Being the oldest was a different challenge. You were expected to help the younger ones with chores as well as getting them ready for breakfast. During school I got everyone ready for school in plenty of time to walk the 2 miles to get there. We lived at the end of a lane, and we joined other kids along the way. We went to a one room schoolhouse with all eight grades together. There were 18 kids in our school. After the two neighbor girls graduated and went to high school my sister and I were the only girls.
Thank you, Trina, we are so glad you and James were able to come for Thanksgiving and for bringing back the wonderful memory of holidays gone bye.
GOD BLESS EVERYONE, HAVE A WONDERFYL TIME WITH FRINDS AND FAMILY
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