Farm life, relatives and then some

When I was a little girl I helped my daddy in the barn. I didn't help much but I pretended to. It kept me from having to help my mother in the garden.

We were definitely a farm family with ugly brown shoes tucked inside our overshoes and chores to do every day.

I liked feeding the calves best but didn't much care for helping with the chickens. We had a banty rooster that sometimes chased me all the way to the house.

My sister was sick a lot of the time so she didn't have to worry about many of the things I had to do.

I was a student at a country one-room school. All the students were farmer's...