"A grownup is a child with layers on." - Woody Harrelson
Peeling back the layers.
Let me preface today's post by saying as a young child, I was incredibly scared of the dark and my parents had a very hard time teaching me to sleep in my own bed.
Fast forward about five years and I am around 8 years old. We are back in Silsbee, living on Cooks Road. Not too long after we moved there, being thrilled to have enough land to "garden", Daddy purchased a jenny (female donkey) that was already broke to the plow. He acquired a "georgie stock", "trapsings", reins and assorted plows and implements. He was ready to go about gardening the way he remembered it as a boy. The place had fences and part of the fenced off land became Jenny's pasture and part was the garden area.
In this old rent house, my bedroom was in the front and the porch ran along in front of it down to the hallway and the front door. Built long before air conditioning was the norm, my bedroom had four windows, two on the side of the house and two facing the front porch. This and the fact that every room had two doorways, allowed for making the most of any breezes on hot, muggy summer nights. Like most homes built in the same day, the porch had cement steps leading up to it.
I had outgrown my predisposition to fear in a dark room and was sleeping snug in my bed, which faced the front porch. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I was awakened by "clomp, clomp, clomp" and instantly all the fear of my younger years came flooding back!! I was too frightened to yell, too frightened to move as I realized the sound was coming from the front porch! I lay there waiting to die. Finally, I got up enough nerve to open my eyes and peek over the covers and out the front windows. There, staring back at me was a huge, ghostly white face!!! That spurred me into action. I hopped out of bed, ran through the connecting bathroom and into my parent's bedroom not even pausing before I leapt into their bed. There were probably a "damn it' or "what the hell?" being exclaimed by my folks as I hurriedly tried to tell them there was a ghost on the porch and it was after me.
Daddy got up and went to check it out in his pajamas. He was soon back, laughing at me and telling me it was only Jenny. She had found a weak place in the old fence and apparently wanted to spend a little more time with us, perhaps see what we did in this house.
|Daddy & Jenny plowing when I was about 13 or 14 at our home on Hwy 1122.|
Thanks for sharing!