August 1, 2016
I am writing this and one more blog today to make up for the two days I missed. I hope you are ready to hear my funny story. At least I think it’s funny.
When I was a young girl, I loved to read as much as I do today. I read everything. I read fairytales, mysteries, adventure stories, westerns, comic books, and pioneer stories. It was understandable when kids started calling me Miss Bookworm, or Miss know-it-all. It hurt, but it didn’t stop me from reading.
One day I got a hold of a set of a set of books called “The Young Trailer Series.” It was a set of eight books and after reading them, I thought my brother, and sisters should read them as well.
I tried to get them interested by sharing some of the stories to them. That didn’t work. I offered to do their chords for them if they would only read the books. Now offering to that was a major deal for me and showed how much I wanted them to read the stories. Anyone who knew me back then, and my family did, knew how much I hated doing housework.
In fact, my mother often she someday when you have a family, you are going to do all the work yourself. And I thought, “Not if I can help it.” Of course, her words came true, because I had all boys. They helped. They were always trying to surprise me by doing the dishes or cleaning the house. I never told them, but I often had to re-do the dishes or do a little extra in the cleaning department. I just appreciated they wanted to help.
So, knowing how much I disliked housework, you would have my siblings would have taken me up on my offering. Unfortunately, I was the only one in the family that liked reading and I got it from my mothers’ father.
My brother, and my sisters turned me down. Even the two young ones. I was angry they didn’t want to read even one of the books. I couldn’t understand why anyone would not want to read. After all, you could go so many places in books and be anyone you wanted to be.
However, I got them. One day, when my mother left me to babysit, I made them all sit on the stairway and took the first book in the series and started reading to them. They weren’t happy about it, but I was the oldest and threatened them if they did not sit still and listen. Which worked for about thirty minutes, then they became fidgety and kept interrupting me, so I finally gave up.
To this day, when we are together, someone will bring this up and remind me I was supposed to go back to live on our grandfathers’ farm. The farm is a story for another time. This was only funny incident. There are others, only they are a little too embarrassing to share for now. Maybe in the future. Tomorrow I will tell you about a tough time in my life.
Until tomorrow, take care. lw