Day 60
Maeystown
Octoberfest---Becky’s stand
selling
pumpkins, gourds and Indian corn
Yeah! Baby! I raise good little “capitalist” girls and boys! Yes! Siree! Bob!
Our
girls are great workers; always have been. Not afraid of any challenge and do
as good a job when they volunteer as when there are monetary rewards. (They
obviously take after their mother!) But, in “fairness” I love work! Yes! Siree!
Bob! I could watch it all day long!
Becky
insisted that we have a garden; I had sworn never to garden again after I left
home; my dad had literally “acres” of vegetable gardens. Every time one of the
neighbors got tired of all the work and gave up the “hobby” my dad would
volunteer to take over the land---Hell!...Why not? He had an able-bodied son to
do the work. And, I did; he was one “great” supervisor!
Again,
in fairness, he did explain and instruct and would plant a few seeds or plants
and then turn the “operation” over to No.1 Son (me), I reckon it kept me out of
trouble---somewhat!?
Guess
his “plan”, if that’s what it was, worked pretty good, I don’t have a prison
record that anyone might find. I absolutely love that government “Witness
protection program”! Oops!
So
much for the clandestine concealment and surreptitious secreting of the
“invisible” man!?
Becky
would arrange with the people who put on the Octoberfest to set up her little
wagon and a few straw bales alongside the other vendors for the annual Sunday
celebration in our fair “metropolis”, population 52! (the cemetery had more
bodies than the village.
On
these display “shelves”, little Rachel would exhibit her wares from a long, hot
summer labor experience offering pumpkins, ornamental gourds and Indian corn.
The buyers loved it---and her…quickly purchasing her entire inventory within a
couple of hours. She operated this “business” for several years and prospered
quite nicely. (She really rawhided the market with her cattle interests and
“fleeced” mutton diners with her sheep herds.) Oh! That’s another story.
As
soon as Becky “closed” shop at the Octoberfest after depleting her inventory,
always complaining that she wished she had more shew would count up those many
“shekels” and head off to the other craft stands to shop
for Christmas gifts for the family Not a selfish bone in that girl’s body! We
still have her offerings, one being a very nice fired pottery pitcher sitting
on our hearth with artificial flowers in it. Thanks! Bobi!
We could not be
more proud of our girls and their children---Perfection!-personified!...All!
Amen!
Ah! Cookie Jar “Octoberfest Sweet Memories!
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