Continuing the stories of growing up on Dry Creek
Some added paragraphs of growing up in Crawford County, Missouri
Stories I've heard
Not all stories I've heard stay with me. One in particular does. Hopefully, as I write, more will come to mind.
My mom has told the story more than once. I have two older brothers. It was a hot summer day. My mom was in the house doing whatever it was that mom did. My brother who is closest to me in age and I were outside. Mom said I was probably two or three at the time which would have made my brother seven or eight.
She looked out the kitchen window to check on us and the site she saw still makes her laugh. There we were, walking up the creek bottom, my brother in the lead, and me closely following wearing nothing but his rubber boots. Guess streaking started on Dry Creek. LOL
How'd you get your freckles?
When I was little, I had freckles all over my face. I was teased relentlessly about them. I hated freckles more than liver! One day, after school, my mom was talking to another teacher outside waiting for all the buses to leave so we could go home. (My mom worked at school). Remember, I grew up out in the country. I don't think this other teacher did. She seemed a bit more refined than I was at the young age of 7. The teacher looked at me and said, "Where did you get such cute freckles?" Without missing a beat, I told her what my grandpa had always told me. "Well," I said, "Grampy said I stood too close behind the ol' cow." I had no idea what he had meant by that remark, but obviously that teacher did. She had an astonished look on her face after I said that.
I remember my mom laughing, but I don't remember if she said anything or not. I was just telling the lady what Grampy had always told me. I didn't see any harm in that. I think I got a bit of a scolding on the way home. LOL
Selling a dead snake
I used to spend a lot of time at the creek. I was probably about 11 or 12 when this incident took place. The city neighbor kids were out for the weekend. We had met at the creek to enjoy the afternoon. On the low water bridge of the creek was a dead snake. I had found a chalk rock and wrote on the bridge, "SNAKE FOR SALE - $2".
My friends thought I'd never get $2 for a dead snake. Most people just drove on by, waving as they passed. Then a truck stopped. The driver asked if I still had the snake for sale. Naturally I did so I made a couple of dollars and got rid of a snake on the bridge, too. LOL They couldn't believe I actually sold the snake. For years after that incident, he reminded me how I skinned him out of $2 for a snake on the banks of Dry Creek. (He was the who bought it!!)