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Sparrows were in abundance on our farm, however my Dad really never allowed any type of gun to get into our hands. He must have known that I could be dangerous! LOL

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Wise Dad. We had dangerous boys in the neighborhood with their BB guns and arrows. We were told to stay far away from them.

@jude07 Hey, another farm girl. It was just BB gun that didn't even shoot straight. But I do remember paper dolls. I was the baby of our family and we were 6 years apart, which met my oldest sister was 12 years older that me. I was pretty lonesome and shy, but ended with a guy that wasn't shy at all. But he was killed in a car accident 11 days after we were married and a good friend went to heaven with him. That was way back in 1969. I have been married since for 49 years. I was only 18, was really hard, I loved him a lot, but he's and my good friend are in my heart as all the rest.
My daughter, who is 41, talks about how she could ride her bike all over. That was when we lived in the Seattle area on a plateau. I really miss Seattle. I know, I know they say it rains a lot, but sometimes it's just overcast and sprinkling. We did have our rain storms, but winter was much milder there. You have to remember we also had evergreen trees that when we first moved there we felt closed in and did find a property that was open in the back. It seldom rained in the summer, so June, July, August and September were really nice. June would stay cooler and I thought the first year that spring would not come, but it was that way here this spring and we get just as much rain as they do, except for the summer. It was a gorgeous place to live, with Mt. Rainier, the Cascades, and of course the water.
I got off of what I wanted to say, my daughter felt safe back then.
I'm glad I'm not a farm wife and when I grew up we moved 10 miles from our town. Remember the mud, we lived on a high hill and there were times the bus couldn't get to our house and my dad had to come and get me on his little tractor at a neighbors house. Oh, what memories.