One Sunday afternoon when I was about 14 and Lolly was about 16, Lolly decided to drive the car. Mother and daddy were asleep (Sunday afternoon nap) and it was pretty safe to do this at this time, knowing that we would not get permission to do it. So we did, and everything went along fine. She was driving real well until we hit the sharp curve past Hammond’s farm. The road was gravel and we slid over onto the bank. She backed it out and we got home safe with no further problems.
I had the most exciting life because of my wonderful siblings. When Mahlon was home, he always created fun for us. One Sunday afternoon he hitched Black Beauty up to the surrey with a fringe on top. He got this from Uncle Herbert. (Uncle Herbert lived with us for a short time when I was little. He was paralyzed on one side because he had a stroke when he was 40 years old). Mahlon took me for a ride in the surrey in the southwest woods. The surrey was jerking and bouncing so bad I almost fell off many times. It was the most wonderful “roller coaster” ride a kid could ask for. I felt safe, but I think it was very dangerous. At least, I wouldn’t want my children to have done that.