_____The farm was almost pure bliss. The only punishment was a spoonful of tabasco sauce, and I was only punished once. They had a plowhorse and they told me I could ride it if I could catch it. I caught it once and led it to a fence I could climb to reach it’s back, and I got on. It was so wide my legs just laid across it’s back, but if I bounced my heels it would walk, and I felt like a king.
_____Every morning before sunrise I performed my chore of milking the cow. I got very good at it, even spraying the cat in the face from about three feet. Afterward I would haul the bucket full of milk to the kitchen where one of the ladies strained it through cheesecloth to pitchers, giving the first one to me. I carried it to the table, poured myself a glass of fresh milk still warm from the cow, and started to prepare my breakfast from the greatest assortment of food I had ever seen.
_____There was fried chicken, ham, bacon, sausage, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, pancakes, buiscuits, and cornbread, and, wonder of wonders, I could help myself to all I wanted. I had never known the concept. I had always been given food, and when it was gone, hungry or not, I was done. Here, for the first time, I could eat ’til I was full. I sometimes wonder if that was when I developed the gargantuan appitite I’ve had since. After breakfast we were free to wander and play, except on Saturdays, when I did my job.
_____After breakfast on Saturdays we went to the slaughterhouse in town. Another boy and I rode in the back of a slat-sided truck, standing on the slats and looking over the roof of the cab to and from the town. It was cleanup day at the slaughterhouse, and my job was to kick a weeks worth of coagulated chicken blood down a drain. It was six inches deep, and I removed my shoes & socks, rolled my pants up, and walked around the room, slowly driving the blood down a six inch drain in the middle of the floor. When I was done someone would hose my legs and the floor clean and my job was through for the week.
_____One Saturday on the way home I saw a pond and mentioned something about it. The boy asked if I wanted to go fishing. I said yes, and we went the next morning. He carried a ball of string and two fishooks. When we got to the pond he cut us each a branch for a pole and three short sticks, one for a bobber and two for the stringer. We tied string to everything, he dug up a worm for bait, and we fished. I caught three fish, he caught one, but my third catch was a pickerel, and it cut through the string with it’s teeth, causing it and my second to get away. We took our two fish home and the ladies fried them for our dinner.
_____Another Saturday from over the truck cab I spotted a patch of watermelons. I must have said something about wanting them because he said for me to meet him after bedtime outside. I did, and we slipped away to the patch. He picked a melon and we attacked, gorging ourselves with the sweet heart. We were probably on our third melon when I heard a loud noise (a screendoor slamming open,) and a voice screaming “Get out of my watermelon patch!” As I looked up to see a silhouette in front of a bright light I heard an explosion and saw the middle of the silhouette light up as I heard pellets hitting the leaves around me. Without discussion we hightailed it out of there. That may be why I had to drink tabasco sauce.
_____I would’ve liked to stay there forever, but we moved again.