Up at Grandpa & Grandma Erhardt’s we loved to wander in the sheds and grounds if someone was with us. I remember the Chamomile growing all over the yards, I loved to nibble on it. When grandma felt bad she would steam herself a cup of chamomile tea, it smelled so good & with honey.
In the evening Grandpa would put on his Stetson Hat, (my he looked had some sitting on his pretty shining red horse), what a pair! Down the road he went with his 2 dogs following him, one a poodle and one a beagle. Soon you would hear the cow bells & there they all were, as he opened the gate to let them into the upper pasture near the barn. I had a super Grandpa! He could sharpen a pencil for you better than a pencil sharpener!