PrattleOn...

I have no idea how far we rode or where we were; just on the road. The man finally had to turn off the road so we got out and started walking again, holding the news papers over our heads.

It seemed like we walked miles before we came to a little grocery store. We went in and the shade sure felt good. Daddy bought a loaf of bread. It really looked big but I guess it was normal size. The man said, "Is that all?"

"No," Daddy said, "Give me three of those penny suckers, too." We took our bread and suckers and started walking again.
I kept singing and the other girls did sometime but they weren't as noisy as I was. It just seemed to pass the time faster.

We soon came to a bridge just off the road so we went down under the bridge and the dirt was so nice and cool. Daddy gave us each a sucker and a slice of bread. "Now," he said, "If you want to really make that taste good, just take a bite if bread and lick on that sucker real slow." Well, we so seldom had a sucker we wanted to just eat it up except I was always saving my sweets.
But Daddy was right, it did taste good so we ate two slices of bread with our suckers then Daddy said we better save some till next time. I wanted to know when was next time? I don't remember getting an answer.

Daddy said it would be good to drink some water out of the river so he showed us how to cup our hands and get some water to drink. That was good, too. Now back on the road to walk again.

By now it wasn't fun any more but it wasn't really that dull either. I kept seeing things that were new and Joan kept finding rocks that looked like birds or whatever she wanted them to look like. I guess you could say we kept things interesting. Mickey started crying because her feet hurt. We weren't used to wearing shoes all the time and the road was hot.
"Well,Mickey," Daddy said, "Come over here and walk on the dirt." That wasn't much better.

A big black car came along and gave us a ride. Daddy told the woman that Mickey would get sick if she set in the back seat so she sat in front with the driver.
Boy, did that car smell good! I didn't know what the smell was hen but later learned it was the smell of leather. Funny how much kids learn when they are small and don't even know it!

Got to go help Herman now and it's just as well because I am just prattling on now.

Shike, Prattling on...

# posted by Shike @ 2:31 PM