Bev
My older sister and brother used to have to walk up around the bend in the road where it followed the Big Laramie River. They would cross the big bridge then go up a small hill, which we dubbed The Little Hill, there to meet the bus.
I remember sitting on the porch in a swing daddy put up for me and watching them walk down the road. Pat was so pretty with her long, brown hair hanging down in ringlets. She wore a pretty pink jacket with a hat to match. Jim wore a shirt and jeans with suspenders. I wanted to be walking with them, but was too young for school. But I got to hear the Meadow Larks and Blackbirds singing throughout the day. I got to spend time with mom as she baked bread, swept and mopped the kitchen floor and tidied up the house. I got to spend the whole day with no worries.
Then around three o'clock, I would wait for them to come back, down the Little Hill, across the river bridge and back around the bend. That was one day that would be repeated over and over again until the bus began picking we children up at the house.
These are some of my first memories of the ranch, the simple life we lived and the love we had for that life and for each other.
I remember sitting on the porch in a swing daddy put up for me and watching them walk down the road. Pat was so pretty with her long, brown hair hanging down in ringlets. She wore a pretty pink jacket with a hat to match. Jim wore a shirt and jeans with suspenders. I wanted to be walking with them, but was too young for school. But I got to hear the Meadow Larks and Blackbirds singing throughout the day. I got to spend time with mom as she baked bread, swept and mopped the kitchen floor and tidied up the house. I got to spend the whole day with no worries.
Then around three o'clock, I would wait for them to come back, down the Little Hill, across the river bridge and back around the bend. That was one day that would be repeated over and over again until the bus began picking we children up at the house.
These are some of my first memories of the ranch, the simple life we lived and the love we had for that life and for each other.
I remember that walk. In the spring we had to walk past "the lane" where there were sometimes bulls. It scared me to death!
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