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REALLY SO WHAT
What A Time

GRAND PARENTS

Now, I liked sliding and running around Fairlington but it
never was so many miles. Even in the cold I wouldn’t have
gone down that hill without a ride back.

There wasn’t any skiing, but lots of sledding during the winter.
Up behind the barn the snow would build up covering the
doors to the hay loft and rise onto the roof. All the kids in
Potterville would gather to come down the hill, ‘Rocky Hill’
below the pasture, and across the hay field. Sleds would get
enough steam to climb up onto the barn roof and fly off the
other side into the frozen garden near the house.
Here is a picture of the barn. Look how high the snow must
have been, and the drop into the garden. It must have been a
lot of snow. I never saw it like that. Really. That’s quite a
drop. Maybe Mom’s imagination got away from her here.

After listening to these stories, I wonder if I had some of her
blood in me. Blended DNA so to speak. She was a tough
lady and a pure ‘Tom Boy’ as a child.
When we visited, usually in the summer, we’d stay for a week
or two. I want to describe the house as it was a relic of the
depression years and of a poor community in north central
Pennsylvania. Yet the countryside had and has a lot of spirit
and good will.

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