Country Boy

When I were 9 or 10, I had a aunt by marriage what come from out in the country. And she had a younger brother what were about 5 year older than me. My aunt used to take me with her when she drove out to see her family. I loved to see how they lived way out there. In Harper we always had a garden and chickens and such, but they had cows and horses and goats. We got some of our food from our own yard but they got almost ever thing from their farm. My aunt's brother were named Danny and we all called him Danny Boy. Danny Boy had his own horse and he had him trained to do all kinds of tricks. He would let me ride him but some of his tricks were a little dangerous and he wouldn't let me do 'em. One that I always wanted to do was where he had trained the horse to come running by the side of a shed when he whistled a certain way. Then Danny Boy would jump off the roof of the shed and land right in the saddle. I never seem him miss. I reckon if he had let me try I might have broke my neck. Thank you Danny Boy, where ever you is.

Hollis' book of the day:
Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen - I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other. (Old man relives his life.)
































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