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MY FAMILY

stay with you and help you for years. Pop didn’t feel that way.
I suppose he was angry at the school, because he had finished
the work and many of his class mates hadn’t. Yet, they all
graduated.

Mom on the other hand had lots of stories. Many were about
her experiences in Potterville, Pa. while she was growing up.

They had a horse called ‘Barney’. There was nothing special
about him except like all stallions he wanted his own way. She
would tell how this head-strong horse would crowd her in the
stall, or run away while out riding.

Barney would mostly be used for plowing, and pulling a
carriage around. Mom often held him while Grandpa made
the rounds across the country to see his patients. Money was
seldom paid for his services. Instead vegetables were often
bartered. Mom would collect many gifts of crocheted
handkerchiefs.
One of my favorite stories occurred when a neighbor had been
run over by a plow and broke his leg. He lay in agony on the
Oak kitchen table. My uncle Banatyne would help hold him
down, as he had just returned from milking the cow.
However, he slipped taking the milk into the basement to
separate the cream. The bucket went flying and Banatyne
smashed against the stairs knocking himself out.

Mom was the only one left. She was a young girl and
protested that the farmer was much, much too big and strong
for her to hold down. Grandpa snorted ‘Grab A-hold’, ‘He’ll.

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