When Naomi and I were in high school, Cleo gave us each a beautiful expensive skirt and sweater for Christmas. One spring morning, I asked Naomi if I could wear hers to school. She finally agreed. I loved the color. It was pink and gray with pleats all around and the sweater was pink. After milking the cows and getting ready for school, I was running late and had to walk and run the 1/2 mile to catch the bus. It had rained hard during the night and the road had two-foot deep ruts in it from the milk truck. I was trying to get around them and my feet slipped in the mud and I fell flat on my face in the mud and water. I never was so sick in my life. My sister’s beautiful outfit was covered with mud! I just walked back home and I missed school that day. The dry cleaners were able to get it clean, but they ironed out all the pleats. I am reminded of the old saying “Into each life some rain must fall”. It poured on me that day. Ha!
milking
Aunt Lolly’s Story (part 8)
One of the dumbest things I ever wanted to do was milk a cow. I would follow Mother and Daddy out to the barn and beg them to let me try to milk. When I was 12, they finally let me milk. I sat by the cow for an hour trying to get some milk out of her. Finally, she got tired of my efforts and just laid down with me sitting there. After that, I had to milk every day. Boy was I sorry I wanted so bad to learn.