Things I remember from living at this place. My Daddy was a farmer and lightening killed the mules.
My Mama and Daddy use to move the furniture outside, roll up the linoleum, and invite their friends to dance on Saturday night. They made me go to bed but I wanted to dance.
After my sister was born she was on goat's milk because cow's milk didn't agree with her. I thought the goat was my pet and when she no longer needed the milk they sold the goat bacause it was eating the clothes off the line and getting on the car. I cried and cried.
At Christmas my Grandpa gave my little sister a rocking chair. He gave me an ugly pair of brown gloves which I thought were boy's gloves so I cried and cried. Mama bought me a rocking chair later but it didn't feel the same.
Once there were javelinas in the field. Everyone went out to shoot them and Daddy told me to stay inside. I wanted to go out and see them too. I probably cried, I don't remember.
On Easter Mama surprised me with a hen egg she had decorated some how on a pillow on the bed. I wouldn't have anything so do with it. I think I thought a rabbit couldn't lay that big ole egg.
I must have been a brat because my sister and brother were ten and eight years older then me. While we lived at this place I remember my younger sister being born and that is when my status changed.