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GRAND PARENTS

Some days I’d go up past the barn through the hay field to the
pasture. There the only cow would be glad to see me. If I
ventured into the pasture it was at my own risk. Being from
the city, I’d not had that much to do with cows. From my
point of view the cow was really big, and getting closer to it
made it even bigger. Often I’d take to a tree until the cow was
bored with me and would wander off. Sometimes I was close
enough to the fence and I’d scramble over it. I always felt the
cow was out to get me.
Grandma was a slight woman, but tough. Each day she began
her chores by hiking up thru the pasture to milk the cow.
From time to time I’d follow; along the narrow path through
the hay to the pasture gate. Along the way she would call to
the cow to meet her at the gate. ‘Come Boss’ she’d call only it
sounded like ‘Caaa Bossss, Caaa Bosss’. She’d yell several
times. The cow would be waiting for her by the time we got
there. She carried a pail from the house, probably made of tin
and at the barn she picked-up a one legged stool. The stool
was surprisingly neat. She’d put it down beside the cow, sit on
it and tilt forward. On the tilted stool, with her head resting
on the side of the cow she would milk away.

Summer seemed to be a time to come back to Potterville and
visit. Throughout the years all of Moms brothers and sisters
visited at one time or another while we were there. Therewere
13 in all. Every one of them had left Potterville, except one,
Eleanor.

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