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Pa was not a hunter, but he would take Willis and me out and get a few rabbits with the .22 Little Scout and the 45-70. I think we had the shotgun (that old 12ga. Stevens that willis still has) before the rabbit hunts faded out. The night of the feed people would pile into the wagons and bobsleds and come for miles around. The old hall was a warm, gay and lively place. I never could eat fresh oyster soup until I was grown up, but there was always plenty of sandwiches, pie and cake so I never went hungry. The folks didn’t go to dances so when the fiddler came out and the floor was cleared for dancing we would watch for awhile and then load up and go home. And so the winters came and went. |