We all like reading exceedingly, also. Everyone had a book as we went down
the road, and of course Mom was on the Library Board, so there were always
new books around. Can't remember exactly what day the Saturday Evening
Post arrived (it just wasn't Saturday!), but there was no problem getting
someone to go for the mail that day, because it was popular with everyone.
We made bread in a big hand-propelled mixer; it was like a bucket and could
be attached to the bottom of a chair with a vice-like affair on the bottom.
There we would sit turning that mixer and reading-- usually the Post,
but any book, too. Another turning job was the butter churn. Since we had
cows, we had lots of cream and we made our own butter weekly, or oftener.
Churning the butter wasn't nearly as happy a prospect because the cream
sometimes would be temperamental and you could turn forever and get nothing
but an unpleasant smell for your efforts! There was a windowseat in the
kitchen, and it got might hard before the butter was ready and finally went
into an orangy-yellow ball. And then of course you had the job of washing it
off over and over until the buttermilk was all out. Couldn't read while you
did that! But as soon as possible, we would escape with a book or magazine
to our favorite tree and finish off whatever we were reading high above the
ground-- usually ignoring the "yooo-hooo" as long as it felt safe!
Discipline was usually Mom's domain. We were spanked liberally, usually with
the "wash stick," a light-weight dowel-pin-like affair that she poked at the
clothes in the wash boiler. Dodi and I felt that Billy never got as many as
we and many a time we would gleefully chortle when Mom would stride
purposefully out to the back room to get the stick for "Pill," as we mostly
called him! I remember only one spanking from Daddy, and that was whenthe
whole family had inadvertantly eaten a jar of green beans that evidently
would have given us botulism. We were each to swallow castor oil, and I just
couldn't bring myself to do it. Daddy's hand took care of that resolve! We
actually would stand in line on the east porch (torn off when the present
garage was added to the house) and WAIT for our spankings! And if Ross had
participated in whatever had been forbidden, he stood there obediently
waiting for his share! One time we had been at Daniels' and evidently had
gotten into some difficulty, because I remember Orin (Ross' dad) reaching
for a switch from a tree. I didn't wait for mine-- in my mind, I feel I
cleared the fence in a single swoop!