At Joshua we lived near Grandma Carrell, about a quarter of a mile. Papa worked the land; Uncle Guy was off to the war.

Grandma was a small woman. I can still see her in her long dresses and bonnet. Also she dipped snuff. But that was the order of the day then, now they would be smoking, I guess. But back then a lot of older women used snuff. We would walk up to her house and had to go by a small pond of water that had cattails in it. I had always thought that cattails were pretty. Any time I see them now, I think of those we passed going to Grandma's house.

Life on the Farm Walking to School