Close-up of block from #11, Brown Sampler

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Hiding Under the Porch


My parents often told me stories. My memory has blurred so much that I don’t really know what I experienced and what they told me, but I remember this story from my mom.

My mother told me about the time when she was four or five years old. She was hiding under their front porch. Mom heard her mother call Mom's brothers and sisters to the front porch. Standing on the wooden planks above her head her mother was talking to them. She told them that she couldn’t find their baby sister anywhere.  She told them they should go down the road to their neighbor’s house and see if she had wondered off to visit with them. My mother immediately crawled out from under the porch to go with them!

Mom said she was pretty sure grandma knew she was under there all the time.
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Great grandma hid under the porch as a child.

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