After Mom’s car wreck (Dec. 2, 1953) Barb and I were at home alone a lot. We lived on a small farm 5 miles South of Huntsville, MO. Our father worked 6 1/2 days a week to pay the hospital bills. There was no medical insurance. When not in school we were home together a lot. Barb was 11 and I was 9. We fought a lot about who was going to do the chores. Bring in the coal for the stove. Heat the water in the double boiler on the kitchen stove to wash clothes.
Fix lunch, clean house, etc.
once she was playing piano in her underwear I told her to get dressed, she stuck her tung out at me and I shot her in the butt with my bb gun. That was one of three times that I got the belt.I still enjoyed our time together.
Barb,I loved you!
R.I.p.