We stopped over at the Beckers today and we were telling Martha a little about writing my memoirs. She asked, ‘did you tell about you whining and puling on the way home from school one day and the Hammer twins, Harvey and Harold took turns carrying you home.’ I ask her why I would mention that, it was only two miles, not like they were heroes or something. Turns out I had the mumps.
She also remembered how dad brought home some runt pigs and she, Jack and I would get in the pen and grab them by their hind legs and make a wheelbarrow out of them. They would rapid fire kick and really squeal. Kids just don't have fun like that anymore.