1. You can play badminton with the dog. I don’t think my twin cousins ever got past the problem of their dog holding a badminton racquet.
When is a garden too big? Is it too big when you have to use a farm tractor to till it? Is it too big when you have to divide it into two gardens? Is it too big when you have to use a week’s vacation to pull weeds? My parents say a garden is too big when it fits all of the above criteria and there’s only two adults and one four-year-old child to tend it. Continue reading “When is a Garden Too Big?”
I’m sure there were many awesome things happening in many photos in 1981. Here’s my attempt at finding 10 awesome things in this photo; wish me luck.
Step 1: Have an adult light the candles on your birthday cake. (This step assumes you have a birthday cake, candles, and an adult with a lighter or matches.) Continue reading “How to Celebrate Your Fourth Birthday in Six Easy Steps”
On Christmas Day, in the blessed year of 1980, Santa Claus came to town. Well, not to town exactly, but to our trailer in the country. We didn’t have a chimney (I’m still not sure how Santa managed to get into our home without one) and I was under the impression that the jolly old fat man delivered gifts at night. Anyway, let’s get to the story. Continue reading “Santa Claus is Coming to Town: Christmas 1980”
In December of 1980, our pond froze over. So, we did what all good people do when a pond freezes. We grabbed a sled and tempted death by goofing around on it. Continue reading “Ice on the Pond (December 1980)”
By the autumn of 1980 we had fully moved into our new place of residence. It was a bit lonely in the woods, so, we did what any reasonable family would do, we got some pigs. Continue reading “The Tragic Tale of Two Little Pigs (and a Couple of Not-So-Little Ones)”
I woke up to the sun peaking through the curtains and Grandpa Smith pulling at my toes. I could see him smile as my eyes began to focus, as he headed back downstairs I got ready for the day’s adventure; every day with Grandpa Smith was an adventure. Continue reading “Grandpa Smith (1926-2017)”
This was my “chicken house”. It was created as a football shaped toy box, however, not satisfied with using things for their intended purposes (and not a fan of sports), I (3) turned it into my own special place of rest and relaxation. I feel like this explains a lot about me as a child, and an adult. I think we were fully moved into our new home at this point, however, it’s difficult to tell, because it appears that the Mitchell’s house and our trailer both had the same carpet. Weird. Continue reading “Sleeping Inside of a Football Shaped Toy Box and Other Things That Happened in the Summer of 1980”
There were four attempts made to find water on our new property in the summer of 1980. It should be noted that each attempt was a separate fee. This was the first attempt. If you look closely, you can see my dad (22) and I (3) standing near the rear of the truck. This style of well digging truck doesn’t really dig as much as it pounds the dill into the ground. Continue reading “Digging for Water and Building a Well House”