I remember when
horse and buggy was our mode of transport
we had Butchering day
I would wake to the smell of fried scrapple
I would eat mincemeat pie because dad said it was good
Homemade noodle day (we dried them and made ten gallons at a time)
the day the ninth Hoover baby was born
getting paddled at school (quite often come to think of it)
winning first place in the fourth grade public school "Easter Hat" contest
leaving home at age 16 with one change of clothes, one hundred dollars, and my bicycle
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