Winter Wonderland? by Mildred Grant

Waking early to discover nearly a foot of new snow on the ground seemed a wonderful way to start our Christmas vacation.

 “Let’s get our sleds out and go up past Uncle Will’s to just past the Bear’s Den Road and slide back down to the bridge,” Chester suggested.

Before Allen, Eleanor, or I could answer, Mom responded from the kitchen. Continue reading

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Enjoy Now–Pay Later by Mildred Grant

               We four: Chester, Eleanor, Allen and I, were headed down the drive, across the bridge and down the main road toward the swimming holes at Dunbar Falls. Mom had told us not to go that far down on the brook, but that was where the best swimming was. Mom had heard we were in for some thunder showers and didn’t want us that far from home when they descended. The peaceful brook could rise in just a few minutes to a raging torrent and our situation could become dangerous. We weren’t phased a bit by Mom’s predictions, but we had never seen what that brook could do when storm swollen. Mom had lived with that brook in her childhood. We should have listened! Continue reading

Winter “Wonderland” by Mildred Grant

Waking early to discover nearly a foot of new snow on the ground seemed a wonderful way to start our Christmas vacation.

“Let’s get our sleds out and go up past Uncle Will’s to just past the Bear’s Den Road and slide back down to the bridge,” Chester suggested.

Before Allen, Eleanor, or I could answer, Mom responded from the kitchen.

“Not until you have all eaten your breaKfast and done your regular Saturday chores. The plows will have gone through by the time you have finished up here and that means brushing your teeth, too.”

Chester groaned, I rolled my eyes, Allen sighed, and Eleanor set her lips in a determined line. Continue reading