Rainy Days on the Farm
The best memories of childhood were the rainy days on the farm. I grew up in Cleveland County in the 1930s and ’40s. When it rained and we couldn’t work the fields, my dad would play games with my sister and me.
Our favorite game was hide-and-seek. We were noisy running and squealing throughout the house, but I can never remember our mom calling us down. I was three years older and chubby, but my sister was very skinny. One day I unknowingly went by Joyce many times, but finally had to give up — never thinking to look up on the mantle.
Daddy always had as much fun as us girls. He rode us piggyback so much over the years, that he later gave me the greatest, most cherished memory I have of him: On my wedding day, he came upstairs, woke me and carried me downstairs piggyback to close our childhood fun times.
Nothing can ever come close to those precious memories of fun. Thank you, Daddy, even though you’ve been gone 28 years, for every single one of them.
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