LOVE the stories! This IS The Old Folks Home, where youngster of all ages gather 'round to listen to tales of the past. My Gramma grew up in Cimmeron, KS. My favorite story of hers involved gathering cow patties to burn for heat, she and her younger brother carrying a galvanized tub between them. A storm blew up around them while they were in the pasture too far from the house to make it back before the hail started, so she tucked him under the over-turned tub to protect him. He was deaf for a day from the sound of the hammering hail stones, and she had bruises from those that struck her. A tornado once flipped a wooden plank sidewalk "in town," skittering the planks everywhere, punching one through a tree trunk. Her family grew hemp for the Navy, for rope. She smoked a little behind the barn, to treat cramps from "the monthlies" - not realizing for MANY years there was any connection between that and the Dreaded Madness-causing Reefer smoked by "all the hippies" in the '60s. :lol
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