It was just your average wood frame farm house, but it was huge to a little boy. I speak of my Maw and Paw’s house. A lot of memories were made there.
The house as it appears today.
It had the high ceilings. One room had a fireplace and it was in this room that I can remember playing underneath a large frame which hung from the ceiling. The frame held the makings of a quilt and was surrounded by my Maw, aunts, cousins and other neighborhood ladies, busily sewing the quit together.
When I was a kid, I was like a lot of young'uns; I liked to plunder through drawers and things to see what I could find. It was during one of these plundering's that my plundering came to a complete halt. I pulled out the drawer of an old dresser in a back bedroom and a snake stuck its head out, thus ending my plundering days.
That was not my only encounter with a snake. On another occasion I was simply sitting in front of the fireplace when a snake poked its head up through a hole on the edge of the brick hearth.
On both occasions the snake was a harmless king snake, so there was no chance of harm, but they definitely scared the living daylights out of a young Ronnie.
My aunt Marie Anderson, my late uncle Mutt’s (Lloyd) wife, lives in the house now.
Til next time….