The Cows at the Pond

I believe I mentioned the house that our parents built in my story about the bicycles. So, today I’m going to share with you a little more about that house and the carport that Dad added.

Dad decided to build a carport on the house and he needed sand and gravel to make the concrete for the floor of the carport.  (The photo shows the house before the carport). He borrowed a tractor and trailer from our neighbor and off we went to the creek to get gravel.  Cheryl and I rode in the trailer behind the tractor.  As I said in an earlier post, we lived on a gravel road so we were safe riding in that fashion, at least in those days.  The little creek where Dad was going to get the gravel was a couple of miles from the house so we just tootled up the road enjoying the ride.  We were almost to the creek when my Dad noticed that one of the trailer tires was blowing up like a balloon.  So, we stopped just before the creek under some trees.  There was a fenced-in pasture and a pond next to the road where a herd of cattle were grazing.  It was shady there so it was a good place to stop until my Dad got back with another tire or a patch for the bad one.  It was really hot that day and the some of the cows were in the pond.  Now, if you don’t know, cows are very curious creatures so the ones out in the field sauntered up to the fence to see what was happening and some of them actually leaned over the fence. Dad told us to watch because he knew what was going to happen before it did.  Yep, the tire blew; and when it did, those cows took off running and went straight through that pond.  It looked like they were gonna run over each other trying to get away. It was one of the funniest things that I have ever seen.  It was really too bad that we didn’t have some way of catching that on film.  (The above photo is Cheryl, one of our many kitties and me in the living room).

We got our gravel but not before Cheryl and I played in the creek a little and drank some of the running water.  I tell ya, there is nothing any better to drink than cold water running over rocks.  I’m not sure folks would agree with me today about that, but in those days, it was so good.  Anyway, Dad got the gravel and he and a couple of neighbors pour the floor for the carport.

I tell ya, we had some great times at that house.  One of my sister’s and my favorite things to do during the summer was to play baseball in the backyard with a stick and walnuts. I think we even got Greg (in the photo), our cousin, to play with us some too.  One year, I hit a walnut way far and as I was sliding home, I slid on top of a walnut and skinned my knee.  I’m telling you, that was not fun and I still have that scar.  But I wouldn’t take anything for those fun summer days with my little sister.

I have more stories about Greg that I will share another time.

See ya next Wednesday.