How I became a simple farm girl.

CONFESSIONS OF A SIMPLE FARM GIRL

Hello Neighbor. Glad you stopped by.

Let me introduce myself.  My grandfather and grandmother lived in a small community town  in the Pine Tree State of Maine.  They had a small gas and store business. My parents and I lived with them and my Uncle Jr. (my mother's younger brother).  My grandfather decided to buy a farm some place.  You see, my Uncle Jr.was born with a severe skin problem.  My grandfather thought a farm would be a better place for him. I suppose Uncle Jr. had to put up with a lot of “stuff” from kids being kids.  So Grampa  found  a 140 acre old farm house on a dirt road outside a very small place called North Wayne. Since Mom and Dad and I lived with them, we all packed up and moved to the farm

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There was a big farm house sitting on a hill and a big barn across the road. In a couple of years my sister came along making it kind crowded there. Mom and Dad and my sister and I moved from the big house to a small cabin that sat on a knoll just outside the back door.  It was just a one room building, but we made out o.k.  My mother told my father that by the time I reached 5 years old she wanted a house down at the bottom of the hill across the dirt road. She did not want me to have to go down that hill (especially when winter’s snows could be quite deep) to catch the school bus when I started Kindergarten.  And so he did.  A man who was a musical genius and not a farmer or a builder of houses.  Well, September came and so did my first day to go to school.    I just had to go out to the end of the driveway to stand and watch for that big yellow bus. I sure beat tramping down that hill in good or bad weather. And that’s how I became a simple farm girl.

Stop by again sometime soon, and we’ll have another little chat.