The Demise of Delilah

The Demise of Delilah

Delilah was her name-she was an ugly faded orange ’55 2nd generation Chevy 1/2 ton pick-up…

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Growing up quickly

Growing up quickly

When I look at my little Grandchildren, I think back when I was just a little older than they are right now…

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A Good Deed is not Forgotten..

A Good Deed is not Forgotten..

We had some characters on the Prairie when I was growing up. One in particular lived to the east and a little to the south of us. My Dad had been telling about this individual but apparently I hadn’t listened too well or had thought he was just pulling my leg. He was always telling me something to see how I would react, I think he didn’t want me to grow up believing everything someone said…

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The Last Duck Hunt

When I was about 11 or 12 I knew I was a mighty hunter. I had shot deer, rabbits, sage hens, Hungarian pheasants and rattlesnakes. I had hunted geese from a pit and now decided I was going to conquer duck hunting…

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You better follow da Rules…

You better follow da Rules…

Another aspect of growing up on the ol’ Prairie without indoor plumbing was the use of the Slop Pail , Slop Jar, or the Slop Bucket. This pail, jar, or bucket was kept in the kitchen of the farm for night time emergencies….

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