I remember when I was about 4 or 5 years old. My mom and my younger sister Rosa, and myself were going to the pasture to tell my older brother Roland to bring the cows in to be milked. He was on horse back, old cowboy style...ha!
I looked back at our house and said, "Mom, look how orange our house is!" Of course, it was on fire; it was just before all the flames broke out. I can still see the bright orange color.
The only thing saved was my mom's sewing machine. Luckily, she had all her important papers in the six drawers in that sewing machine.
After the house burned down, they fixed up an apartment in the loft of the big milk barn. All I can remember of that was the outside stair steps leading up to it. We lived there until the new house was built. Can you imagine what people would say now if I told them I had lived in a barn!
The new house was where I had scarlet fever. The old house probably wouldn't have had the accomodations for my cousin to slip around to read my funny books.
My younger sister Rosa and myself at about that time.
the things we remember as kids. I have enjoyed reading your stories of the past. nice .
Posted by: mark | December 18, 2005 at 07:59 PM