Farm Cousins
(This is a true story. Honest Injun.) When my father died suddenly, my mother and I were left almost destitute. With few options she moved us to her grandmother’s farm in North Central Arkansas. Living there was wonderful for a young boy. There was the farm work. We had a tiny 18 head dairy herd and a 1 auto milker operation. The house was barely livable. The wiring for electricity was on the outside of the walls as it had been added years after the house had been built. To take a bath in the winter, you had to go to the milk barn and take it in a wash tub. That was the only place we had running water much less hot water. The summer after my 4th grade of school, a 1st cousin …