We knew the barns like the back of our hands and ran down the stairs
to the basementof this barn with our uncle hot on our heels.
The Old Farmer's brother went right into it! How lucky it was
that he suffered nothing more than bruises.
After a few weeks of the step not being fixed (we were all used to it)
There was a grainery in the corner and straw bales to the ceiling on the other side.
We had real hay rides back in those days with the young men stacking the bales on the wagons and us littler ones riding along dodging the bales being tossed about.
get back into a crack through the straw and have her kittens.
We would climb up and slide down over and over again.