Julie and I went on a hay ride over the weekend up north it was not like thay use to be.I remember hay rides up north like getting throwned off the wagen and you have to run for awhile to catch up to get back on or having 6 bailes of hay on the wagon and by the time we got back we had nothing we throw it all at cars or everyone eles. Thouse were the good times I will never forget.
Helen & Jim and Barb & Ken were visiting Mart when she decided to start dinner. Spaghetti was on the menu that evening. As Mart was browning the meat for the sauce, Helen insisted that she brown the meat longer, as it brought out better flavor in the sauce. So you young cooks out there, listen to Helen - if you want better tasting spaghetti sauce, brown your meat longer!!
It was summer vacation up North. I don't remember how old I was. Uncle Ed told my brother Kenny and I that we were going to a "rock concert" that afternoon and we were all excited. We spent the afternoon picking up rocks in the fields. Definitely one of those someday you will laugh about this moments.
I will never forget Aunt Mart when she got thrown off my pony in the dark and lost her glasses. She was on her hands & knees looking for them she put her hands in fresh pony sh** and her glasses were 6 inches away.
One of my many fondest memories (as for many of us) is playing cards with Aunt Mart - Crazy 8's - although her title was a bit different... "Screw Your Neighbor"!