 |
| You are in the right place. |
 |
| My sister Mary and brother Bill, about summer 1959 on our farm. |
“Mama! Me an’ Mary are runnin’ away!” Billy exclaimed, holding up Daddy’s lunch pail. “See, and we gots everything we’re gonna need!”
Mama peered into the pail. Some little panties, two pair of Billy’s socks, a jar of pickles, and little Dolly.
“Well, Billy, where are you and Mary going?”
“We’re goin’ far, far away!” Billy closed the lunch pail.
“Far ‘way, Mama!” Mary echoed. “I gots Dolly with me, so’s I sleep good.” She nodded seriously.
“Where abouts is far far away, Billy?”
“Way over there, Mama!” He pointed to the barn.
“Over there!” Mary repeated.
She gave them each a kiss, and they set on their way.
As she walked back to the house, Mama heard Billy call over his shoulder. “Be sure to call us for dinner, ‘kay?”
Those memories are so precious to me. Hang onto your own!
