Day 118 CJSM

Day 119

 

A freezer full of fried chicken and free ice cream.

Saucer-rides through the fields of snow.

 

 

Daughter Beth had a night time job at Kentucky Fried Chicken and when they closed each evening, the employees were given the fried chicken that had not sold. We feasted for a time with the “boon”-find; soon enough, we all had our fill and lost interest. So? Never un-Thankful for any gift, we froze the delights in our garage freezer for future dining. It lasted a long time.

 Somewhere along the space of time, I did business with a man who had a delightful little enterprise: He sold ice cream novelty treats. Liking my services, he sent me home with several large boxes of frozen ice cream treats. These, also, went into the freezer. The girls loved going to the basement freezer and retrieving a frozen treat.

 Never look a gift horse in the mouth! (Good advice!)

 Our farm was  ½ mile wide from east to west and ¾ of a mile long from north to south. When it snowed in the winter, I tied a thirty-foot heavy rope to the metal snow-saucer and hooked the end with a loop to the bumper hitch of our truck. Off we went on “snow”-adventures.

 The very first trek took place in our front yard which was about three acres of grass. Beth got aboard the saucer---and…ole “Dad” got carried away with “speed” and “sharp-turns” whipping the metal saucer and its passenger to and fro at “breakneck” velocity. Finally, getting really “insane”, I pulled a fast turn and Beth sailed into the rock bottom creek in front of our home.

 As I came around to search for my “lost” daughter the headlights picked up “one” black boot sticking up above the 4’ bank of the creek! (I thought that I had killed her!)she survived to laugh!

 A “nerdy” little boy from the city had a crush on our Becky-girl; he came to Maeystown to visit his grandparents and befriended Rachel at Sunday School; she invited “Hoot-owlen” to our farm for sled riding one Sunday afternoon. Oh! Boy! A new “victim”!

 Shy, little, frail Hoot-owlen got on the saucer tied behind the silver beast with a “demon” at the wheel. Well! We took off down the long length of that snow-covered field, snow flying.

 When we had made the full circuit---I stopped, and…Hoot-owlen looked like a frozen snowman frozen to that cold metal saucer. Even his glasses were covered.

 He held his affection for daughter Becky and did visit our domicile often; never did the young man ask to go snow “saucering” under my tutelage, again. He was very polite to me!

 

Want a snow-saucering adventure? Anyone? Hmm!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “snow-fun” Memories!