The garden & Mickey

While living in this small plumbing-free house in Louisville Ks. we had a huge garden. We even had a large cornfield that I liked to play hide and seek in because there were lots of places to hide in there. Mom and dad counted on this garden to feed us through the winter months. We were
rather poor in material things at the beginning of our family, but we were oh so rich in what counted the most and that was love. Kathy and I would sit in the tomato patch and eat the tomatoes right off of the vine. It was a very small and friendly community, and they all shared their bounty with their neighbors. If Mr. Jones wanted some corn on the cob for supper, he would just come over and pick a few. And if we wanted a watermelon, mom or dad would just go pick us one in the neighbors garden.

When mom and dad first married, dad joined the navy for a few years. After that he worked at a gas station up on the hi-way. That is the same hi-way where we lost our beloved cocker spaniel named Mickey. I have pictures of myself with him but was too young to actually remember him. Kathy was so sad. Mickey had gotten out of the fenced yard and ran up to the hi-way and got run over by a truck.

This was just an extra bonus story because it is a holiday and I didn't have anything else much to do. I have quite a few of these stories, but like I said before, I have been making notes and writing them in my head for a few years.

The rest of you bloggers better get on the ball, you are lagging terribly behind!!