Wagons, Babies, and Switches by Richard

In September of 1928, I started to school in
Currie. At that time I knew Daddy had a wagon and team of mules and, of course, the necessary equipment to make a crop.

What I did not know was anything about the economy and Daddy's financial condition. In the fall of that year, I remember Mother helping gather the cotton, though she had a very young baby. I was appointed to tend this young child, who was bedded down in a little red wagon.

We were left in the shade of the big wagon where the cotton was held. My instruction was not to leave the baby or the wagon. That surely did not mean to me, that if that baby began to cry with or without cause, that I should stay there and listen. Who could stand that misery? My only hope of survival, I thought, was to get that baby's mother.

She was a long way up in the field from the wagon, but I could run that long distance to find some relief, so off I went. Thankfully, mother met me on the way which shortened the distance she would be switching me all the way back to the baby.

Richard shared a challengeing moment as a child with a blend of humor. Humor, in the right way, increases the chances of your reader wanting to come back for more. We look forward to more of Richard's stories. He will tell you, "I just write Texan." Whatever and however, he whets the appetite for more of that boy's Lone Star memories.

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