The Good Old Days
Eventful isn't always fun. But, one might as well laugh at it.
We worked harder at Grandma's house than any place on earth.
There was no electricity in the earlier years. Water had to be
drawn from the well. Milk came straight from the cow ... gross.
And, food was still alive!
The table was set with all sorts of foreign oddities modern day
children would abhor. If it didn't come in a box or bag, forget
it. This was a really good week to go on a diet!
None of us ... absolutely none of us sisters ever have any
desire to go camping, fishing, hunting, or even to have a
garden. We got our fill in our early years.
The good old days my foot! I bet I could write a funny page
about them good old days. Grandma thought for sure them there
chickens would peck us to death!
The only thing worse than the stinky splinter potentialed
outhouse was the dreaded ice cold pot. And, if there wasn't a
full moon, you were on your own. We'd often cheat and pee just
outside the front door, thinking it would be dry by morning,
none the wiser. Maybe that's why there was never anything green
growing around the doorway.
Our evening entertainment selection was a toss up between
watching coal burn or counting the rat wholes in the walls.
Though, the flicker of lanterns was cool to observe.
Oh, and night time was so exhausting ... three of us sisters
trying to sleep in a three-quarter feather bed, with quilts
piled so high one couldn't reposition themselves if they had to.
The only thing welcomed about that was awaking to frigid
temperatures wherein we, finally, were glad to not move. Only,
the bladder usually did not cooperate. Rats!
The highlight of the entire event was returning home to watch
our friends drool. We had vacationed just outside of London, all
right ... London, KY. Awe, the good old days.