Three_year_old_girl_riding_an_Arabian_horseEven today I love visiting people, especially those who have a different life style than I. That seems to be the case with Lucy visiting her friend Dorothy when she was twelve. At that age I would get on the train (lovingly called the Galloping Goose) and go to Pettibone to visit my Aunt Elaine and Uncle Henry. Pettibone was a tiny town, Henry had a huge and wonderful shop, and a yard full of worn out construction equipment. The smell of grease and engine oil always take me back to that shop.

In this letter Lucy reminds us that memories of visits like these make a lasting impression. Let’s go back to that time now.

Lucy writes:

When I was twelve I was head and shoulders taller than any of the girls in our class. I sang with Dorothy Waterfall, the shortest girl in our room.

Going to Waterfalls was such fun. In summer they had a real tent (not a blanket over a clothes line) and also had real food in their cupboards. They had cots in the tent and would sleep out there.

Mrs Waterfall invited us over each fall and would have roast pidgeon. They had a loft in the barn for the pigeons to live.

One day one of the Twins tied Loly on her back and we proceeded to climb to the top of the silo. Our mother spied us and walked slowly to the barn and asked us to come down slowly. Never did that again.

Another time we put Loly on a horse with a toboggan for us to ride on. Well, Loly rode out by the clothes line. We nearly hung our precious Loly. Loly’s horse was fat. She was fat and when she rode her legs were straight out and her blond head just bounced.

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