Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Wednesday's Story

Welcome back to Wednesday Wit and Wisdom. You will find all about this meme and the instructions hereThe purpose of this link up is to help us share some stories we might have milling about in our minds as we look at particular photos.  Many of us have mentioned that we could "write a story" about a photo of a barn, an old store, or an abandoned residence we have found or shown to others. I thought it would be fun to find a photo and write a short story.  You can add a bit of "wit" or "wisdom" if you like. Give it a try and join in!

Here is my picture for this week's writing challenge:

Images come to mind, thinking back to my days as a child on the farm. Inside the house an old cast iron sink graced the wall of the dining room. Outside the kitchen door a sidewalk, cracked and heaved from the frost led to the outhouse, a two-holer connected to the tool shed and the oats bin. Although we had indoor plumbing, kids were not allowed to run in and out the kitchen door, but instead use the outdoor facilities.

An old windmill offered climbing opportunity until our parents caught us. A garden teaming with vegetables offered ingredients for mud pies with carrots, onions, green beans and and peas. The aroma of hay engulfed us in the old barn, where heat from the cattle warmed us in the winter months. One section was reserved for the milk cows, where the stanchions held the animals while my daddy pulled on their teats. We'd open our mouths to catch some of the warm milk when he squirted it our way. The hay mow was a source of climbing and building hay houses. 

Walking in the fields could be dangerous if a new calf was with its mother. But the salt blocks were a great attraction, licking them like the cattle. Sometimes we could break off a corner with a hammer to have our own little section. 

Each of us had chores assigned, which had to be completed before we dressed for school and had our breakfast. That meant rising early, sometimes in freezing weather to tend to animals. Then when we rode the school bus home after school, we repeated the same assignment. 

The memories never stop scrolling through our minds as farm kids. Returning to the farm as an adult, nothing looks the same with new buildings and enormous equipment. But I can still see the little girl running down the lane and out to the mailbox for that important catalog coming our way in the Spring and Fall.

Have a great day. Now it's your turn. Does a particular picture speak to you and tell a story? Join me here.

Linda Kay

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