You can tell I did not spend time in the Ellen Bottom like my brothers did as I was growing up. The only memory I have of being there is of a time when David and I were very little, and Hazel was “baby sitting” us on an old quilt by the creek while the rest of the family worked in the corn (I think the crop was corn). I remember it was so hot even in the shade by the water. David and I played with the little fossils we found in the water and I thought they were little rocks that someone had found and drawn pictures of creatures on them. Continue reading “Ellen Bottom stories”
Thoughts on my brother Reed
I would like to present some thoughts about my brother Reed to honor his birthday today.
So many people remember Reed for his sense of humor. And we all know it was wonderful indeed. He had a dry humor (something like Linda inherited, I think). But whenever most of my brothers and sisters talk about Reed, they remember that he was always a serious, hard worker. I think it must have been true all his life, as soon as he was able to do any kind of tasks about the farm. Donald says Dad counted on Reed to be the most responsible of the bunch after Ernest and Frank went into the service. For example, some time in the winter months when the school bus didn’t run, the boys would (happily) come back home, and if they were lucky, they would get to go hunting. When they started for the woods to hunt, Dad always let Reed be the one who got to carry the gun. Continue reading “Thoughts on my brother Reed”