Do You wash New Clothes?
I don't ever wash my new clothing. Ford, my husband would never wear anything new without it being washed first. I would complain to him that it was silly to wash new clothes. They look nicer than they ever will again. But he still was staunch in his ways and wouldn't wear them until they were washed.
Since I read the following article I may change my ways. It is creepy to think this might happen to you.
This article was on Google and was posted by AQ COBEN:
Wash bras and other clothing before use!
Most people do but this is just a warning for those who don't.....
Read the account first, then brace yourselves before looking at the pics........
WE DO NOT KNOW WHAT PARASITES ARE IN OUR CLOTHING WHen we buy them.
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True Story
After anthropologist, Susan McKinley came back from an expedition in South America, she noticed a very strange rash on her left breast. Nobody knew what it was and she quickly dismissed it believing the rash would leave in time.
She decided to see a doctor after she started developing intense pains. The doctor, not knowing the exact severity of the disease gave her antibiotics and special creams. As time elapsed the pain did not subside and her left breast became more inflamed and started to bleed. She decided to bandage her sores. However, as Susan's pain grew more intense she decided to seek help from a more certified doctor.
Dr. Lynch could not diagnose the infection and told Susan to seek the aid of one of his colleagues who specialized in dermatology.
Unfortunately, the doctor was on vacation. She waited for two weeks and finally was finally able to reach the dermatologist. Sadly, a life changing event was about to unfold during her appointment.
To Miss McKinley's surprise, after she removed the bandages they found larvae growing and squirming within the pores and sores of her breast. Sometimes these wicked creatures would all together simultaneously move around into different crevices. What she didn't know was that the holes were in fact, deeper than she had originally thought, for these larvae were feeding off the fat, tissue and even the milk canals of her breast.
Please share this with as many women and men as you know. Our undergarments are made in different countries all over the world. They sit in boxes and go through many hands and exchanges before we purchase them for ourselves.
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So, it is up to you--will you wash clothing now before you wear it? I will, I am sure.
The Master Gardener!
See my beautiful garden? I just went out a few minutes ago and snapped this picture. I am so lucky that the rain came just right for my plants. It rained most of the night last night and has rained some today also.
Carla Sue and Brett, my daughter and grandson came over Sunday and helped me get my garden in. I hope God will forgive me for doing it on Sunday but I have to grab my help when I can get it!
We planted eighteen tomato plants, nine bell pepper plants and three hills of squash. They also put in a few lettuce and radish seeds.
This is the earliest I have ever planted my garden. I usually plant at the very end of May because we often have frosts right up until then. One year I did plant early, about the middle of May and we had a frost and I lost all of my plants. Since that time I have always waited until the end of May.
I had a reason for planting early this year. Since I am going to my grandson's wedding in Boise, Idaho, May 22nd, I wanted to get the garden planted before I go. I am hoping that the plastic bags you see around the plants will protect them from frost. The main reason for the plastic bags is to protect them from rabbits. I have a million rabbits around here and they will eat all of the plants in one night if they are just planted in the open. Two or three years ago I dreamed up the idea of putting the plastic bags around the plants. Since then the rabbits do not touch them. I think just the movement of the plastic disturbs them so they do not try to eat the plants. I think I am pretty clever to think of that idea--don't you?
So actually, the plastic bags will serve two purposes. protection from the frost and from the rabbits. At least that is my hopes. If it happens to get too cold the bags might not work but I am just taking a chance that it won't get that cold. I plan to place another plastic bag over the cage of each plant if they predict a heavy frost--and pray!
So, come to my house about the end of July and I will serve you some beautiful sliced tomatoes. I live for each summer to have my tomatoes and squash. I am the only one in my family that eats squash but I love it. So I have all I want since nobody else eats it. I make it fried, pickled, in casseroles and raw with dip. I may turn in to a squash someday!
My Hairdo
Wouldn't you think that if you put your hair in rollers exactly like those in the picture above that it would turn out with both sides of your hair exactly the same? Not so with me. Mine turns out more like the hairdo in the other picture.
No matter how much I try to get both sides the same I can never manage to do it. I am sure part of my problem is that my hair is thicker on one side than it is on the other. My hairdo will last much longer on the left side of my head than on the right. I often put curlers in on the right side overnight to stretch my hairdo for a few more days.
My lifelong problem has been my hair! I should have been a man. I used to say that to Ford and he would reply, "Just be glad you have hair." He was bald.
I hope God has plans to let women be free from hair care in Heaven!
Boiled Eggs
My Uncle Frank
I spoke of chamber pots in my last post, now I will tell you about my Uncle Frank, my Dad's brother.He and some friends were out rambling around and decided to raid the hen's nests and have some boiled eggs for a snack. Uncle Frank was probably about 9 or 10 years old.They ran into a problem when they didn't know what to use to boil the eggs in. They looked around and finally settled on an old bucket they found sitting out by a tree.They boiled their eggs and ate them. Later, my Mother, who lived right there on the same property asked them if they had seen the bucket out by the tree. Uncle Frank said, "Yeah, we used it to boil eggs in. I'll get it for you."My Mother nearly fainted. She said, "Frank, that was our slop jar bucket. Tell me you didn't eat those eggs." Uncle Frank said, "Yeah, we did eat them and they tasted OK."I guess being 9 or 10 years old and hungry it didn't matter what you boiled your eggs in!"
Spittoons
A Bank in Nebraska
An antique spittoon
Have you ever seen one of these? It is an old fashioned spittoon. Very much visible in every public place at one time! Notice in the bank picture above there are spittoons every few feet around the teller windows.
I well remember seeing spittoons all over the place when I was a kid. So many men used snuff and tobacco then that spittoons were a necessary thing. It was repulsive but not having them would have been more repulsive!
Imagine being the person who had to clean them! That is even more repulsive. Even the most prestigious banks and public buildings had spittoons. They were just a part of normal living.
I can't imagine why--because now we don't have them and we get along fine. The people who chew tobacco and dip snuff, which are probably a lot fewer now than then, have had to change their ways-- they have to do their spitting outside. Even that is somewhat repulsive but better than inside! I am certainly glad it has changed because I surely wouldn't like to see spittoons return! The spittoons have gone the way of the old chamber pots and other outrageous things of the past! Hooray! They belong only in cartoons.
Sugarless Pound Cake
Pound Cake
I made a cake last night. I used a recipe that I saw in my newspaper yesterday. Actually, it was just a regular pound cake but as it turned out, It became a sugarless pound cake.
I had the recipe right there on the counter and I followed it by the letter. Then as I was finished I once more went over the recipe ingredient by ingredient and was sure I had it right--wrong--somehow I bypassed the sugar that was listed at the top.
I used up three eggs, a half cup of sour cream, a half cup of oil and several other things that I really didn't want to waste. I put the cake in the oven for 50 minutes and sat with my mouth watering for a piece of my cake.
Finally, it was done and I removed it from the oven. I patiently waited for it to cool. I really thought something was not right about the cake. It was bumpy on the top and just didn't seem like a real pound cake.
With my first bite, I knew exactly what was wrong! It had no sugar in it. It tasted kind of like bread--not really good bread--but bread.
I felt like a fool. I must be getting senile! If I can't follow a recipe right down the list of ingredients then I have a problem.
As it ended up, My sister gave me an idea. She said slice it and make cinnamon toast. So I did that. I am so frugal that I am determined not to waste that cake. So for the next few mornings I will have cinnamon toast for breakfast!
Home Delivery of Milk
A Milkman
An old fashioned milk wagon
Since I wrote about delivery trucks in the past two posts I will continue with one more Delivery truck on its dying wheels!
That is the milk truck. I doubt if there is one single home delivery milk truck left in this world. I used to have milk delivered to my house every couple of days. There are several problems with home milk delivery.
Number one concerns the weather. In Indiana if the milk is left outside in the winter for more than a few minutes it can freeze. In the summer it can spoil if left out in hot weather. It is a problem with me in either case. I am a late sleeper and I don't want to be bothered with having to get up before I am ready just to bring in the milk. Sometimes you just plain old forget about getting it in.
Other problems are when you don't use as much milk and then you get a new supply before your old supply runs out. Also, if you go away and forget to stop the milk delivery--then you have a porch full of spoiled milk when you get home.
Plus, as with the Jewel Tea and ice cream, milk was always more expensive when delivered to your door.
I like just going to the store and buying my milk when I am out and need it. I never have to worry about it spoiling from heat or freezing in the winter.
Sorry, Milk truckers, I don't want milk delivered to my door. I hope you can find others to replace me for your income!
Ice Cream Trucks
I'll bet you didn't know I had an ice Cream place, did you? My sign is pictured above--just kidding!
The ice cream trucks that come around during the summer are on their dying legs(or wheels). We used to have one that came here almost every day during the summer but I have not seen one yet this season. Of course it is not hot here yet so they may come later on when the 90's and 100's get here!
I remember years ago when my kids were small we would get fudgcicles, push ups or ice cream bars every once in a while when the ice cream truck came by. It was always expensive but I am sure it would seem cheap compared to now. But the fun my kids got from that made it worthwhile.
The thing about the trucks that drove me insane was the music. They played one song and it played over and over. You could hear it from a mile away sometimes and by the time it arrived to our place you were nuts from hearing it!
It is so much cheaper to buy your ice cream at the grocery store instead of from the ice cream truck. But then you miss out on the fun of going out to the truck and deciding what to get. I have two things that stop me from doing that--my weight and my pocketbook!
Remember Jewel Tea?
Autumn Leaf bowl set
The Jewel Tea man
Back many years ago, probably in the forties and fifties, and maybe years before that,the Jewel Tea Company came around to people's doors selling grocery products including some kinds of tea.
I never bought much from them. I hated dealing with salesmen at my door. However, I did venture to buy a few things. They had a mince meat that I really liked. I usually bought some of that. My main complaint was that their groceries were much more expensive than at other stores.
I think the main draw to Jewel Tea was the dishes that they had. I once had a set of the bowls like the one in the picture above. If I still had it now, I could probably be in the mint! I had that set for a long time. I think one got broken and the others just somehow got away from me through time. The name of the pattern was Autumn Leaf.
Jewel Tea started in Chicago, Illinois in 1889 with one man and his horse and wagon. It grew to a huge company over the years. It ceased operations under that name in 1981. because of declining sales.
As far as I know there is not a single Jewel Tea salesman that has survived to this day. However, many of the autumn leaf dishes are being sold everywhere-- at antique stores, at garage sales and at other speciality stores.
The Pepper Cadets
Old Dr Pepper bottle.
An early Dr Pepper Ad.
Back in about the late 1930's my cousin, Velma, visited us. She talked my mother in to letting her take me home with her for a few days--she lived in Fort Worth. My Mother agreed that I could go. We rode the bus to Fort Worth.
While I was there she took me to several places just for sight seeing. One place was a public swimming pool. It was very hot so the swimming pool was a very pleasant place to visit.
Another place we went was to see the Dr Pepper plant that was in Fort Worth. Dr Pepper was invented in Waco, Texas in 1885, but they also had a plant in Fort Worth. So we went there and toured the plant and got a free Dr Pepper. I was especially interested in the plant because I listened every day to a program sponsored by Dr Pepper on the radio that was called the Pepper Cadets. It was a little adventure story about a bunch of kids that I really liked listening to--no TV then, just radio! Some of the kids from that show were there and I got to see them. And, Of Course I really enjoyed the free Dr Pepper-- there is no period after the Dr in Dr Pepper as ruled by the Dr Pepper Company.
I was enthralled with my ramblings with my cousin, Velma. She was probably in her late teens and I was about 9 or 10. I spent the few days there being wined and dined all over Fort Worth!
I vividly remember those visits and I tried to find out more about the radio show, The Pepper Cadets. But I was unable to find out anything-- after all that was about 70 years ago. So all I can do is relate my memories of it. I do still like Dr Pepper and I have one every once in a while and remember my visit to the plant in Fort Worth.
Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
We visited Washington DC in 1976. While there we went to a ceremony at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier. It was a very impressive and solemn thing to watch.
Of all of the places and sites we saw in Arlington Cemetery it was the most sad and impressive one we saw.
Chewing Tar
Stone Age Chewing Gum
When I was just a kid I used to play with a neighbor's kids all the time. They had a play house in their back yard which was just an old tin roofed shed.
The shed had places on it where someone had put tar where the shed had leaked. The neighbor's kids pulled pieces of the tar off and chewed it like gum. They introduced me to the practice of chewing it also. I don't know if their mother knew they did this or not but I am sure she would have nixed the idea of their chewing tar. I am just as certain my Mother would have had a fit knowing I was doing such a thing!
Any way, we did it and we didn't die so I guess it was not that harmful. I did look on Google about it and I didn't see any place where it was claimed to be bad for you. It said, in fact, that tar has carbolic acid in it and that could have been helpful if you had a sore throat or other problems in the mouth.
The 5000-year-old piece of fossilized tar in the picture was discovered lately by a student while she was on a archaeological dig on the west coast of Finland. The wad of tar still has teeth impressions on it and looks just like a dirty piece of modern chewing gum. It was found to be made from birch bark tar.
So my friends and I were not the first to chew tar! Actually, the tar had no taste, but it was sticky and fun to chew. I think for now I will just stick with Wrigley's gum and forget the tar.
Dirt Floors and a Tent
A tent with dirt floorsWhen we lived on North Main Street there was a family of a man and three or four children who lived in a tent on the back property of one of our neighbors. I don't remember the details but there was no mother in the family. Either she had died or left the family for some reason. The children did go to school where I went so I saw them at school.
I played with one of the girls who was close to my age. She took me to the tent one day to get something and I was invited in. I was shocked to see that there was no floor to the tent, just dirt. It was swept clean and not littered but it was just dirt. They had beds of some kind. I can't remember if they were real beds or just cots but they were made up and neat.
I am sure they must have not been there during the cold weather because they had no stove or any way to heat a tent. It has been so long ago that I can't remember what ever happened to them after that. I felt so sorry for them when I saw how they lived. I went home and felt rich because I had a floor in my house! So there have always been homeless people even back in my days.
The Simple Things
Apple CrateYears ago when I was in grade school, I went with a girlfriend to her house after school.
She took me to her room and showed me an apple crate that her Dad had put on the wall for her to store her books and homework in. I was so impressed about that apple crate that when I went home I was determined that my Dad would put one up for me.
Actually, my Dad was not all that impressed about it! First of all we didn't have an apple crate on hand and we really didn't know where to get one. Second of all I think that he really didn't want to mess up the wall with an old apple crate. So I bugged my Dad about it for a while and then finally I gave up on the idea of having an apple crate book shelf.
Now that I look back, I can't see why I was so impressed about it. It was just a plain old wooden box, not even painted and was just old wood that was rough and crude looking. But for some reason I was really thrilled about having one on the wall in my room.
In time I finally forgot the idea and didn't mention it to my Dad anymore. I think that was what he was waiting for!
Now I have nicely finished shelves in my house for my books and apple crates never enter my mind!
What Happened to all of the Variety Shows?
I use to love all of the variety shows that were on TV. There was Dean Martin, Dinah Shore, Glen Campbell, The Statler Brothers, The Barbara Mandrell show, The Ed Sullivan Show, The Bob Hope Show, The Andy Williams Show, Donnie and Marie and so many others that I can't name them all here.
Almost every night of the week one of them was on. They would have guests on so you really got to see many others besides the host of the show. Usually, they would have someone who sang, someone who did magic tricks, sometimes a ventriloquist, dancers and many other interesting guests.
Gradually, all of them disappeared and now I cannot think of a single variety show that is on. They don't even rerun any of them. What happened? For a while some did have reruns but now there aren't even any reruns that I know of.
Stupid shows like the Amazing Race, The Survivors, and other similar shows have taken over. I never watch any of those.
I loved all of the Variety shows and really wish they would come back. Part of the problem is that there are no really good people to take the place of the old stars of those shows. Younger people have brought in their kind of shows and music and no one is fighting to get our old shows back.
I certainly don't know how to bring them back so I guess I have to figure they-- the young people-- have won!
The Yodeler
My Mother told me this story years ago. She had a neighbor right next door who loved to yodel. Since the houses were very close together she could always hear the neighbor when she yodeled.
The neighbor one day got a message that her mother had died. But that didn't dampen her yodeling. My Mother said she yodeled all day just as if nothing had happened. My Mother thought that was very disrespectful of her to yodel all day when she knew her mother had just died.
Some people react differently to things. That woman might have been just as sad as anyone about her mother dying but she didn't let that interfere with her usual activities. My Mother, on the other hand, would have reacted very differently about her mother dying. She certainly wouldn't have yodeled all day!
So how you react to something does not reveal how you actually feel about the thing that happened. Think about that when you think someone is not sensitive about what happens to them!
Wash Tubs
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Have you ever had a bath in a galvanized tub like the one in the picture? I have had many of them back when I was a kid.
Wash tubs were a mighty useful thing back in those days. We used them for washing clothes, taking baths, bathing pets and in the garden to gather vegetables.
I was probably about twelve or thirteen before we lived in a house with a bathroom. So a wash tub bath was all that we had available. Even though we finally had a bathroom we didn't have hot running water. We had to heat bathwater in the winter on the stove so the wash tub was easier to deal with than a big bathtub. The summer was no problem because we used cold water to bathe in.
I had many wash tub baths, usually with my sisters, when we were kids. We would stoke up the old wood stove in the kitchen and get it really warm in the room while the water was heating. Then we would scrub ourselves until we were sparkling clean. Then not only did we have our baths but my Mother would then use the water to mop the floors, So the water was not wasted. After that she would pour the water on the garden or flower beds and it really was triple used.
We always had two or three galvanized tubs around our house at any one time. When they started leaking they would get discarded and we would get a new one to replace it.
I had a galvanized tub up until about three or four years ago. It had been stored up in my attic for years so I decided to get rid of it. I sold it in a garage sale. Actually, I have thought several times since then that maybe I should have kept it. But I am at an age that I need to clean out things around here and that tub seemed like a good candidate for disposal.
I often think of those olden day baths when I run water from my faucet for a bath. It is so easy now compared to then. But somehow, a lot of things seemed so much better then in spite of how much work and trouble it was to do things!
Marie LaVeau, the Voodoo Queen
The Guide at the CemeteryMarie LaVeau's tomb
In about 1970 we went to New Orleans. It was an interesting place.One of the things we did was visit a cemetery, the one where Marie LaVeau, the Voodoo Queen is buried.
Marie LaVeau was born in Haiti in 1794. She practiced Voodoo as early as 1830. She lived on Rampart Street in north New Orleans. She conducted Voodoo rituals and held a strange power over the Police and Judges. She reportedly saved many criminals from the hangman's noose through her spells. She died in 1881 but was reportedly returned to life sometime later. She was perpetually youthful.
We stood right there and looked at her tomb as the guide told us about her.
I am not sure she was really a Voodoo queen but she did live a fascinating life.
He Could Run!
Ford in 1937 and his ribbonsWhen Ford was in high school he was into a lot of sports activities. He won ribbons in a lot of them. The pictures above show some of his awards. He had several first place ribbons in track and the other ribbons show what he won in other sports. He always loved being in the sports world. I just tolerated sports because he liked them so well. However, I never got into football, baseball, or basketball. I always found something else to do when he wanted to watch them on Tv.
Antique Shoe Last
Antique shoe lasts
Pictured above are some antique shoe lasts. The picture on the right is one of a shoe last that I have. The other picture is one I got from Google.
The shoe lasts came in all sizes to use for adult shoes and different sizes for children.
I never had the stand for the last I have. I really can't even remember where I got mine. I have had it so long but I have never really used it for repairing any shoes. It is just a thing I have for a decorative touch around my house.
Many years ago people really used these for repairing their shoes. They were a necessary item to keep the family's shoes all in a wearable condition. They could put on new soles, sometimes the whole sole or maybe just a half sole, they could put new heels on the shoes, or maybe just reattach a sole that was coming loose.
Now you just buy a new pair of shoes instead of repairing your old ones! That has become the norm for almost everything. Costs for repairing are more than the costs for a new item. Which explains why our land fields are becoming so over loaded!
Daddy in the Garden
My Dad always had a garden every year. My mother helped him also but he did most of the work.
They always planted tomatoes, squash, okra, black eyed peas, onions, radishes, lettuce, green beans, corn, and sometimes potatoes and probably some other things that I have forgotten about.
We didn't have a plow or tiller so he had to spade up the whole thing with just a spade. It was a lot of work but he liked doing it. It was quite a large garden.
I have a small garden in comparison to his and I have a tiller. The last two or three years my grandson, Brett, has tilled it for me. I have cut my plantings down to tomatoes, onions and squash. I have to fight bugs and rabbits to save my plants. I would love green beans but the bugs love them better than I do! So I have cut them out.
I love to look at this picture of my Dad and remember how he loved to work in the garden. If you look closely you can see his pipe hanging out one side of his mouth--probably the only thing he loved better than working in the garden!
Flat Irons
Many years ago people used these kinds of irons to iron their clothes. I have used them just a couple of times but not more than that. Because electric irons came along in the twenties and thirties.
You had to put them on a stove and let them get hot and then iron your clothes with them. You could only iron for a very few minutes before they got cooled down and you had to switch to another iron. Ideally, you needed about three irons to keep your ironing going without waiting for an iron to heat.
I happen to have two of the irons. I never used the ones in the picture for ironing but I bought them to use as book ends. They weigh about six pounds each. Can you imagine doing a whole ironing with six pound irons in your hand? Your arm ached after a little while. However, many women did have to use them because they had no other choice. Winter or summer , no matter how hot, if you wanted to iron you had to build a fire in your kitchen stove and set those irons on there to get hot!
Along about in the twenties and thirties someone invented an electric iron--God bless him!
I could probably sell my irons for a good price. I checked on Google and there were quite a few listed on there from $25 to $100.
However, I am going to keep mine. I like looking at them and remembering the olden days.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMY
Amy Miller, my granddaughter
Today is Amy's birthday. Isn't she pretty? This picture was made a few years ago but she still looks pretty much the same.
Amy was a bicentenniel baby, born April 8, 1976. So it is easy to remember her birth year. Amy is 33 years old.
Once again, happy birthday, Amy and many more to come--I hope!
Do You Know What this is?
Do you recognize what this item is? If you are a young person you probably don't.
I have used it many times back when I had to iron all of our clothes. It is just a bottle with a sprinkler top and it was used to dampen clothes for ironing. We sprinkled the clothes with warm water and rolled them up in to a tight ball and let them sit for a few hours.
The water was absorbed slowly into the clothes making them slightly damp. That way they could be ironed doing away with all of the wrinkles.
It was a time consuming job. You ironed the item until it was free of wrinkles and was mostly dry. The things that were starched were much harder to get ironed.
Sometimes if you didn't get the clothes ironed within a day or so the clothing would mildew, so you placed them in the fridge until you could get them ironed--other wise they got a bad smell to them. Then you had to launder them all over again. Sound like fun? Believe me it wasn't!
Thank God for permanent press clothing! I seldom use my iron any more. Occasionally I press something but I never use the sprinkling bottle anymore. I really don't know why I still have it. I guess just to remind me of the olden days! Some things are much better and some are much worse.
TV has Ruined my Reading!
I used to be an avid reader. You know why I am not anymore? Because of TV. I used to have a book going all of the time. Now I just manage to get the newspaper read and the rest of the time I spend watching TV.The certificate above was one I earned back when I was in grade school. To get the certificate I had to read 30 books and make a report to the librarian, Mrs. Fells. I remember Mrs. Fells as if I saw her yesterday. I spent a lot of time in the library because I loved books. Now, I still like to read but it seems that TV just has replaced books for me. I sometimes wish that the TV would go on the blink and I could read in its place.However, if my TV went out I suppose I would be tearing my hair out trying to get it repaired. It really is a shame that TV has done that to so many people. The saddest part is that it has done that for kids also. I got my education out of my reading before TV came along but nowadays kids have let TV replace their reading before they are fully educated.So many of the things that kids watch are not really educational and a lot of it is a bad influence on children.
I have no solution to the problem. But a lot of it is really the responsibility of the parents to limit the amount of TV their child watches and encourage reading to them.
How Clean was It?
My Uncle GolaOnce when I was just a little kid, probably about five or so, I had a neighborhood friend and we were playing house. We were in a garage out back and a small garden was right next to the garage.
We got some green tomatoes, green peppers, and onions out of the garden and we cut it up into a play salad. I am sure we didn't wash our hands or take any particular sanitary precautions while we were cutting the vegetables up.
We ate some of it and there was still a small bowl of it left over. When we stopped playing I took the rest of the salad into the house and set it on the kitchen table.
Later that day my Uncle Gola came to visit us. He went into the kitchen and saw the salad sitting there and he ate it.
When I asked where my salad was he said, " I ate it." I told him that was our play salad. He said, "Well, whatever, it was good."
I felt flattered that he liked my salad. I hope it wasn't too dirty!
The Mouse in the Car
Ford by our Model A
Dutch, Sadi, Ford and Me.
Once when we were living in an apartment out in the country we had our friends, Dutch and Sadi visit us for a dinner.
At that time we had the old model A car that I have written about before. It had to sit parked outside since a garage was not provided. It was parked out by a grassy field on one side of the house.
We were going somewhere with Dutch and Sadi after we ate our dinner and we were going in our Model A. We all got in the car and took off for where we were headed. We had only driven a short distance when suddenly Sadi started screaming and climbing around in the back seat. We had no idea what was wrong so Ford pulled over to the side of the road and we said , "What is wrong?" Then we saw what was wrong--a little mouse was running across the top of the back seat. Sadi was going nuts trying to get out of the back seat. She quickly opened the door and got out of the car. The two men got after the mouse and shoved it out the door. Then we got back in and went on our way.
Since the car had to be parked by the grassy field we figured that is when the mouse got in the car. The mouse was as glad to get out of the car as we were to get him out.
After that when we went anywhere in the car we banged on it and checked it out before we got in it. We only lived in that apartment for a short time and I was glad when we didn't have to worry about the mice anymore.
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