Stellamarie1 - January 18th, 2007 Views: 212 Rated:
the first memories i have was when we were in montana, christmas time, when we were all corraled(just two of us i think or it was three) and dad made a whole lot of noise to let us think that santa was on the roof.
the next memories was when we were down on grandma and grandpa's farm in bloomington indiana. we had to go there cause dad was fighting in korea and mom was pregnant with my sister carol ann.
i remember mom taking my oldest sister down the long long long driveway to put here on the bus.
we had a cow that was very mean and she use to hit and kick when it came to milking so the grown ups sold her and got another cow named suzy, i remember milking her and hitting the dog in the face with the milk . it was funny but that was the last time i milked her. i played outside most of the time and would let the bees land on my arms ( i didn't know any better) until mom would have a hissy. boy did that switch hurt! needless to say i never did that again . then because we were the adventuresome type of girls we got twiggs and tied them on our feet for heels (DUH!) [ouch !]
the neighbors dog (great dane) would come over in the week to stay and play with us. Butch was very smart he would not let us do anything that he thought was dangerous so we had our bodyguard for a week and then he would go home on friday night cause that is when his owners came home to thier farm.
then everthing changed casue dad was shipped to illinois and i had to go to school to be continued.
