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Getting dirty

Getting dirty on the farm is what I remember most, and what fun it was! After a rain shower, my sister and I would always go outside and shake a small umbrella tree in our front yard. The water came down like a shower. Going barefoot and splashing in the mud puddles was fun. No one noticed how dirty our feet got living on a farm.

We liked to join Daddy in the fields, riding the tractor as he plowed the garden. After a few hours, Daddy would stop, break open a watermelon, and we’d eat it while sitting under the shade of a leafy oak tree. Now our faces were almost as dirty as our feet.
Our next task was to pick blackberries. We’d eat one and put one in the bucket until our tummies and the buckets were full. Now our hands were dirty, too. When we returned with the berries, Momma had a big tub of water, warmed by the sun, ready for us to clean off the dirt from our day on the farm.

We went to bed early because on the farm we always got up early, ready for another day of getting dirty again.

Shirley Lawrence Frank
Lexington, EnergyUnited

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