Justus, Cleo
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There was only one radio in our country home. It was in the living room. When my father came in from the fields, he would wash up, eat lunch, and then go in to sit in the big rocker. He would each over and turn on the radio and listen to it for a few minutes while he rested. Sometimes I would pull up my little rocker next to his and sit beside him. Other times I would ask to crawl up onto his lap. It always seemed to be that he liked to have me around. I was quite little then. I enjoyed the music but I…- 3.2 K • Ongoing
- When we first moved to town, my father worked in a defense plant when the war ended, the plant shut down. So, my father went looking for another job. He started were working in a hatchery. He usually just worked days but when the little chicks were being hatched, he had to go back late in the evening to see that all the incubators were functioning properly. Sometimes he would take me with him. I was fascinated that a machine would do the work of a mother hen. Sometimes the farmers would bring their eggs…
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- As long as I can remember one thing has been a part of my life, a treadle sewing machine. When I was a very small child, mother would hand me a dust cloth and I was to dust everything I could reach which I learned wasn't just the arm of the rocking chair. It was also everything below that too. As a child will do, I would hurry through my dusting chore so I could go on to something I fancied more. I was to bring the dust track back to mother when I finished my chore. And she always seemed to have the time…
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