Mississippi ping - 3
We lived in several of these dog trot houses when I was a boy.
We moved so much and often every time a pick up truck pulled up in the yard the chickens laid down and crossed their legs.
“We moved so much and often every time a pick up truck pulled up in the yard the chickens laid down and crossed their legs.”
LOL! You’re so funny! ;o)
That was a wonderful article! Thank you so much for the post and ping!
LOL,
An interesting thread to be sure.
Your comment above caught my eye in particular because we also moved so often I can't even remember most of the places we lived.
And sadly, whenever we moved, my Mother only got to take whatever fit into the back of a pickup truck (and a car trunk whenever we also had a car).
Everything else got left, or dumped.
I don't know how she put up with it. Such instability, while trying to raise 7 kids.
Once, in the 7th grade (in Lodi, California), I rode my bike home from school, and found the house we were renting completely empty, with a sign on the door saying: "We moved, we'll be back to get you."
LOL, As I sat there until dark, I tried to determine whether the many things that I did to get into trouble would be counted against me in the decision whether to return and pick me up (they did come back a little after dark).
Another time, we moved into (well partially moved into), and out of a rental house on the same day (apparently, somebody offered the owner more rental money).
I remember laying on a mattress on the side of the road with my brother, long after dark, watching the stars while we waited for "the pickup" to come back for us and the mattresses.
Ah yes, in life, we are always "making memories", eh?