WARNING: If you missed last weeks post, This side of the Family….part 1, then you will not have a clue what is going on this week And of course my disclaimer: I was somewhere between 8 and 12 when all this was going on so the little incidentals maybe a bit fuzzy but the main events REALLY did happen.
I remember walking up to that trough of water and looking at it. It was the color of that chocolate bull in the back yard! I was NOT getting in. I demanded clean water and I wanted it all to myself. I was told to get in and get in right then, or else!Gulp.The water was ice cold just like my night! I was so ready to get back home to my comfy warm bed and to my indoor restroom, complete with toilet, sink and bubble bath tubby. I was fed up.
As soon as I got out of the tub, I ran to the bed and claimed the very center. I had no idea which one of my cousin’s was the heating pad; but for prime real estate, I was willing to take a chance. I was not going to get bumped again. As everyone settled in and starting to drift off, I realized I had to use the bathroom.I asked my cousin beside me where the bathroom was. She said out in the field. I asked her again, and again she said, out in the field. She was serious. She asked me if I remembered the little shed that gave me the black-eye. I said yes. She tells me it is not called an out-house for nothing. It is the bathroom. I laid there stunned. It was pitch dark outside, the out-house was at least an acre away, and let’s not forget the BULL who helped me get my black eye in the first place. My mind’s eye was picturing him standing behind the out-house in wait of a little unsuspecting kid. Yep, there was no way on God’s green earth that I was going out there. I believe one of the other cousins had the same fears as me; because later that night I found myself lying at the foot of the bed again without covers and icy wet! I WANTED TO GO HOME.
The third day was hot I mean really hot. We rode the horses. Played hide and seek but no stick ball in the field. As long as I was there I was not going to get dirty again. My parents told me after dinner we would be heading back home. Home to my little world I called paradise. It is funny, you think your life is so horrible until you live horrible for three days. We all sat down to eat and I noticed the fan was blowing the air out the window instead of in! I needed air people. I suggested turning the fan around but that was quickly dismissed. They said it makes for a cooler house this way. I remembered thinking they are ALL nuts and I share their blood. (we did not know the term genes back then) Of course, now I know the reasoning behind Grams logic.
That summer will forever be etched in my mind. I both loved it and hated it, but no matter what, I am grateful I had that time in my life. After I became an adult, I went back to Grams. The house had not changed one iota. The lay out of the furniture was the same. The structure of the house the same; however there was one improvement. An indoor bathroom, equipped with sink, toilet and a claw foot tub, genius. And guess where they put it….on the back porch!
When I looked back for the last time, I saw that little home for what is really was. It was no more than a little tiny farmhouse. The porch that I remembered as huge is now no bigger than a minute. And that big kitchen, small as well. In fact, I have a hard time seeing how we all packed into that little farm house my daddy grew up in.
I know, I know I skipped D and E. I will return to them next week.
Until next time