Lets see now, there was Claude and Maude, Sue and Sam and Sally and Nelly, neither of them liked men. It was a small town of maybe 13 people. It had a gas station post office and a store that had all the important stuff that one needed. A larger town was only a short drive away where you could buy most things without having to order them. We lived about three miles from this small settlement.
Mother was a war bride and came from France. Dad was a dog face soldier from Texas and a half breed, Mexican origin. The dog was just an old flee bitten mutt, that slept all the time.
Water was in short supply and we were only allowed to take a bath once a month, unless it was really needed. The stock dam, that was close by, was almost dry. and there were always a lot of cattle using it. Coyotes and other wild game would avoid the dam most of the time. They knew more about the water than the people did.
Dad was a big time Texas rancher, now he has a horse, a milk cow, a couple of chickens and a pig. Mother has to milk the chickens a gather the eggs from the cow.
The horse just stands in the shade and watches everything that went on around the place. He don’t know sick-em from giddy-up! I was going to ride him to town once, but he just stood there and shook. Or maybe it was the flies!
The old dog smelled really bad, when it got hot and that is the way it was most of the time. Mom sprayed some stuff on the dog and he growled at her, got up and went to the dam and jumped in. I think all the fleas made it back to shore and found their way back to the house and the place on the porch. The old wood on the porch, is so rotten, we have to be careful where we stepped.
One day about a month ago, we started for town in the old pick-up truck and it broke down and it is just setting there, in the deep ruts, blocking the road. The sheriff was on his way out to see Dad, one day, and when he came to it, he just turned around and went back to town. We had a phone, a few years back, but the phone company disconnected it for the lack of payment,
The only other way to communicate with anyone, is go to the top of a hill, that is a couple of miles away and signal to a neighbor with a mirror. Of course when the sun is shining, it is hot outside and when it is hot, no one will be out in the heat, to see the signal from the mirror.
Dad got some Homing Pigeons to use, but they got out of the cage and went home. Sometimes when it is quiet and late at night, and the wind is just right, you can hear car horns honking. It always makes you wonder what is going on there!
We have coyotes hides hanging in the shed by the hundreds. But the government isn’t paying any bounty on them, any more.
At night, we go out and find anything that crawls and cook it for food. The old hens are so thin, they are nothing but bone. The pig will be hanging in the cellar before long. It’s just been too hot to build a fire under him.
Someone said we should dig a hole in the ground and wrap the pig in palm tree leaves, over a hot coal fire. But there is no coal or palm tree leaves around here.
At night, we set out side and sing songs, that no one knows the words too! Some times the coyotes join in. Dad had a guitar once, now it hangs in a pawn shop in the big city. We have milk and eggs and if we had ice, we could make ice cream. Or something close to it, that would be cold.
I can’t wait until I get my first pair of shoes and I am tired of wearing this wrap around, it makes me look like a girl. I don’t mind the panties though. Mother had a lot of then when she married my Dad. I think back then, they were called bloomers. You guys can stay here and finish your drinks if you want, but I am going home, where is the out door?
If anyone wants my opinion, I think we should gather up an army and go find them Indians, and make them take this land back, what do you think ?
Don’t anyone give them another nickel………..
By; Ben R
June 7, 2011
Mother was a war bride and came from France. Dad was a dog face soldier from Texas and a half breed, Mexican origin. The dog was just an old flee bitten mutt, that slept all the time.
Water was in short supply and we were only allowed to take a bath once a month, unless it was really needed. The stock dam, that was close by, was almost dry. and there were always a lot of cattle using it. Coyotes and other wild game would avoid the dam most of the time. They knew more about the water than the people did.
Dad was a big time Texas rancher, now he has a horse, a milk cow, a couple of chickens and a pig. Mother has to milk the chickens a gather the eggs from the cow.
The horse just stands in the shade and watches everything that went on around the place. He don’t know sick-em from giddy-up! I was going to ride him to town once, but he just stood there and shook. Or maybe it was the flies!
The old dog smelled really bad, when it got hot and that is the way it was most of the time. Mom sprayed some stuff on the dog and he growled at her, got up and went to the dam and jumped in. I think all the fleas made it back to shore and found their way back to the house and the place on the porch. The old wood on the porch, is so rotten, we have to be careful where we stepped.
One day about a month ago, we started for town in the old pick-up truck and it broke down and it is just setting there, in the deep ruts, blocking the road. The sheriff was on his way out to see Dad, one day, and when he came to it, he just turned around and went back to town. We had a phone, a few years back, but the phone company disconnected it for the lack of payment,
The only other way to communicate with anyone, is go to the top of a hill, that is a couple of miles away and signal to a neighbor with a mirror. Of course when the sun is shining, it is hot outside and when it is hot, no one will be out in the heat, to see the signal from the mirror.
Dad got some Homing Pigeons to use, but they got out of the cage and went home. Sometimes when it is quiet and late at night, and the wind is just right, you can hear car horns honking. It always makes you wonder what is going on there!
We have coyotes hides hanging in the shed by the hundreds. But the government isn’t paying any bounty on them, any more.
At night, we go out and find anything that crawls and cook it for food. The old hens are so thin, they are nothing but bone. The pig will be hanging in the cellar before long. It’s just been too hot to build a fire under him.
Someone said we should dig a hole in the ground and wrap the pig in palm tree leaves, over a hot coal fire. But there is no coal or palm tree leaves around here.
At night, we set out side and sing songs, that no one knows the words too! Some times the coyotes join in. Dad had a guitar once, now it hangs in a pawn shop in the big city. We have milk and eggs and if we had ice, we could make ice cream. Or something close to it, that would be cold.
I can’t wait until I get my first pair of shoes and I am tired of wearing this wrap around, it makes me look like a girl. I don’t mind the panties though. Mother had a lot of then when she married my Dad. I think back then, they were called bloomers. You guys can stay here and finish your drinks if you want, but I am going home, where is the out door?
If anyone wants my opinion, I think we should gather up an army and go find them Indians, and make them take this land back, what do you think ?
Don’t anyone give them another nickel………..
By; Ben R
June 7, 2011
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