As we walked across the Walmart parking lot this afternoon, my husband of forty-five years, Bud, pointed out my loose bootlace. I had no intention of bending over in the parking lot to tie it, so replied, “I have a backache. I’ll tie it later.”
Bud couldn’t deal with the idea of the flopping shoelace, so he rolled his eyes and grumped, “You can’t walk around like that. You’ll break your danged neck. Stand still. I’ll tie it!”
With that, he dropped down on one knee to tie it, just as a couple of guys walked by, obviously wondering what was going on.
I couldn’t pass up this opportunity, spouting, “No, I won’t marry you! Now get up!”
It usually took two or three tries to get Jody out of bed on schooldays, but weekends were a totally different story. He was always up before daylight watching cartoons. He wasn’t supposed to go outdoors before Mom and Dad got up but today, it was impossible to resist. Rain had been coming down all week, so the ditches were muddy rivers, a perfect Continue reading
When my Grandpa Roscoe and his brothers were young, they never missed the rare opportunity to attend a dance or church social, no matter how hard they’d been working on the farm. They’d work like mad all week to get through in time to ride out to any barn-dance, Continue reading