Gardening with Rabbits
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It is, very much what you are used to. But, my parents were children of the depression, Dad, 98 next month, was nearly a teenager by Black Tuesday, 1929. Mom said her family was "always depressed," she never knew when it started .
My dad would be 106 (Editing this because my dad would not be 116 . He would be 106. He was born in 1910.) this year and my mother would be 101. I heard a lot of stories and they just did not panic over things. They both went blind later in life and before marrying, so when I was born and my brother, we were raised by blind people who were fearless. I almost am ashamed if I get afraid of things. One year in Kansas there was an ice storm and we did not have electricity for 13 days, no heat. My mother put all the food in the bathtub and we filled it with snow. We had a gas stove and it kept the kitchen warm and we could cook. We would go to town for water and the stores were open. I walked everywhere when I was a kid. They could not drive, so we walked to the store, pushed a cart home, pushed the cart back to the store, 1 mile each way. I think it was just half a mile to school, but it did not matter if it was raining or snowing, we walked to school. Actually, all those times were fun. My mother made the Depression sound like a cake walk. They had a garden, cow, chickens, family member with a job at the telephone company. My dad made it sound like a nightmare. Hunting, fishing, no jobs, no money. Both going through the Depression in Oklahoma.
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