Sue and Mom looking at the wall for some reason.
Sue and Missy
Sue, I think at the Great Escape which was Storytown's later name.
Sue with Bernie. Everything we owned was pre-owned except for the food we ate and you never knew about that either. I don't know what she has on plate but he thinks it should be his.
Deep in that corner was where the water pump was.
The sink had a regular sized one on the right side but on the left there was a really deep one.
I hated the wringer washer. They never got clothes dry enough. Sometimes it took forever. You washed, then you dumped it out and refilled it to rinse them. Each time you had to wring them out. Then it was haul them to the line to hang them up. Birds would crap on your clothes and you'd have to rewash them. If it was winter, your fingers would freeze hanging them up and the clothes would freeze solid.
Once in the fall in Kingsbury I was out hanging up clothes on the lines near the edge of the woods. I was wearing a dress with little bows on the shoulders. I didn't have my glasses on me. I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. The clothes dropped from my hands while I madly brushed at my shoulder trying to get the spider off me.
I don't know how long it took me to realize it was the shoulder bow and not a spider. I had to rewash whatever I was hanging up that now had leaves and dirt on it.
In winter there in Kingsbury I was hanging them up in the same spot. I was wearing a skirt then I think. The snow was about two feet high and had a crust on the top. I was fine for awhile until I took a step where it wasn't quite so hard. I fell and the ice of the crust scraped my legs.
About two years later they discovered I had fatty tumors on my legs in those same places. The doctor said they were caused by the injury to my legs back then. He said it made a vulnerable spot for the fatty tumors to develop. They weren't dangerous and I'd look funny if they removed them so I still have them.
Sue took this the same day in Crandall park when I took hers.
Mom with a plastic eagle I think and a spider below. I think we got them at the animal place.
Dad with his potatoes and salt pork.
The door in the background leads to the front shed or porch which was what he called it. The door was second hand when he got it. Bernie would run to it if he heard someone outside and scratch like mad. He was a big dog and he could reach up high. Dad had to patch it with whatever he had.
Sometimes I wondered if he preferred this house over the other ones we had lived in. I would hope that I would never have to spend the rest of my life like this.
Foxy with his rubber boots, his coat and the scarf hat I made him. First thing out in the snow, he kicked the boots off.
I'm not sure what room he's in here. I don't recognize the grey cabinet behind him or even the things through that doorway.
Mom making sure her flag was up there.
Mom with scruffy. I think at first she loved him.