Bonus points:
(Hard, 2 pts): include "playing with a rabbit (or b00nie)"
(Easy, 1 pt): use a word in German (not the phrase "in German")
Picture guesses:
Line of fire
Shooting it out
Fighting for us
A blast from the past
A ray of hope
Getting down to business
Everyone was excited to see him when he arrived home. He had been out hunting, so what ever he had
was going to be supper that night. Mom
had been busy fixing biscuits and picking out the vegetable in hopes she had
something that would go well with what ever he brought. She knew it wasn’t much but it what they had
and it was all they could afford. Times
were hard, work wasn’t easy to come by, even for a many who could do just about
any job you could think of, you might say he was alleskönner. Well any that didn’t require a diploma from
high school much less college.
It would seem times had been hard for a boy born in the 30’s
on a farm in rural Nebraska . Being one of the younger boys in a family
with 12 children. When a ride on the
wagon to town once a month was a treat, you learned a lot of things that didn’t
come from a book. Hunting was one, it
was also one that could keep you feed when money was tight.
Making do with what you had was one of the things Mom and
Dad learned growing up. Large family’s
and little income made for a lot of making do.
See mom grow up working in the berry fields, going from field to field, staying in
tarpaper shacks. She often told the
story of her brothers going and digging an old seat from a car out of a hole
along the road, so they would have a coach in the shack. It was also full of rattlesnake when they
pulled it up, but they got it and brought it back, snake free. This old seat ended up being the birth place
of the youngest child in mom’s family.
Though I never met her she drowned in an irrigation ditch the next
year. You see in those days you didn’t
hire a babysitter, you had the older kids watch the younger ones. Though in this case the oldest ones were
working in the fields, which left the kids that were to young to work in the
field to watch each other. Which meant if
you were any age under 5 or 6 you were left in charge of the really little
kids, in this case the twines and the baby, who just happens to be
crawling. Now mind you this was in the
40’s and things were a lot different than they are today. People just made do with what they had.
But we have moved up in time to the mid-sixties. A young couple with a growing family with a
little girl and a baby boy, as well as one on the way. Dad just came in from hunting and he had a
bunch of rabbits. In fact he had enough
for a couple days eaten. He also had a
surprise, not all the rabbits were died, he one that was still alive. He gave it to his daughter.
She was tickled pink, it was so soft and warm. She had set on the floor just like dad told
her, so he could put it in her lap. Once
there dad told her to go for it, you can pet it. She was ever so gentle with it, it was tiny,
even tinier then her brother when he came home to live with them.
That bunny didn’t try to get away, it wasn’t like the white
rabbits she seen on TV, but it was hers.
She was making plans and telling mom and dad what she would call it and
how she would take care of it, all the while petting it softly.
After a bit dad was ready to skin the rest of the rabbits,
he had gutted them but needed someone to hold the legs while he pulled the
skins off. He went to get his daughter
to help. As mom was getting ready to was
the rabbits so she could start cooking them.
She was reading the egg wash so the floor would stick and heating the
skillet.
Well the daughter wasn’t but a few feet away from the table
where dad was, but he still had to get the rabbit from the girl. So she could help with the skinning.
Well, I was that girl, sadly to say wild rabbits have heart
attacks when people handle them and sure enough that is what happened to this
one. I petted that little thing long
after it died in my lap, not knowing it had died. Need less to say dad took it and gutted it
when he saw it was dead. Then he had me
stand in front of him holding the back legs, one in each hand while he pulled
the skin off, each and ever one of those rabbits.
I closed my eyes because I couldn’t watch, while the sound
it made, made me want to cry. I did eat
rabbit that night, although I made them tell me which peaces were not from the
one that had been mine. At the time I
believed them, now I know they couldn’t tell which was which. When I got older I couldn’t eat rabbit
anymore, I still don’t. I can’t look at
it with out seeing live bunnies hoping about.
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