As a child, a nice summer day would be meeting school friends at the mill pond for a swim.
In the evening, I would play on the old hay wagon out back of the the machine shed. I would sing and pretend I was a singing cowgirl.
My dad was quite a singer and yodeled. You could hear him for miles.
I got so I could yodel as well. What a noise!
- Mom
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