Summers
My fun times, for many years as a child,
were my weeks spent at my uncle's farm in Grey county. It had
been my grandfather's farm and left to my dad's brother so long
as my grandmother had a place with them for as long as she lived.
There were six cousins at the farm. Each
had his or her own chores to do each day and anyone visiting was
no exception to this rule.
My chores might surprise my grandchildren,
but, it was a chance for a little city-girl to be able to be outside
in the fresh country air and explore a new world. The chores were
done enthusiastically because we were usually paired off and not
left on our own. This made for conversation and making a game
of things that were ordinary to the cousins - thus making the
summers a little brighter for them as well - or so I would like
to think.
There are oh, so many stories connected
to the farm that I will have to tell them one-by-one. Some are
descriptive of what surrounded me; others adventureous; some about
my relatives; some about our work; our play; our hideouts; dreaded
home remedies and first aid; animals; transportation; and oh,
so many more - but nothing was so dear to me as Grandma's house-
of-many-rooms.
~Joan Adams Burchell~ (copyright)
