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<blockquote data-quote="Travlr" data-source="post: 1766596" data-attributes="member: 42463"><p>We had a tobacco field next to the new house. We'd sneak in to the field at night and cut leaves, and dry them on the roof. I had a corncob pipe and that was some nasty stuff.</p><p></p><p>My sister and I discover a nest full of over ripe goose eggs. We were throwing them at trees and buildings on the farm and the stench was awesome. So bad it made us retch if we got too close. We were down to the last egg and decided to do something special because we wanted to see what was in the egg if it wasn't smashed. We cracked it lightly against the cement kitchen step... and suddenly it EXPLODED! Gray, thick, chunky goo went all over us. In our mouths. The worst part was that my sister had broken her collar bone and she had a cast on that looked like a short T-shirt. My mother filled a washtub with suds and stripped us down to bathe outside. But my sister reeked for a couple of weeks. We got used to it and hardly noticed but when we went into town we got some pretty odd looks.</p><p></p><p>There were signs everywhere we went that said "white only" or "colored". They were over bathroom doors or water fountains. We had a young, black woman that would come a couple of times a week to clean the house and iron laundry. One day my mother was going to be gone and told me the maid would have my lunch money. I held out my hand so she could drop the money into my palm... and she held the money out so I had to take it from her hand. I could tell she was looking at me to see how I'd react to touching her. It was right around the time the three social workers were murdered and buried in an earthen dam.</p><p></p><p>I started gentling horses for a guy when I was 14. One night he brought a high dollar yearling filly over without calling us first and we had to clean out a stall for her. He tied her to the front porch of the stable and as we carried a feed bunk out of the stall it scraped against something and made a loud grinding noise and the filly spooked. The uprights on the porch were tied together with net fencing and when she pulled the first one out the fencing was attached to the others so every time one came loose the next one followed... and by the time she was finished the entire porch roof had collapsed. She turned out to be one of the more bullet proof horses I worked with, very trusting, but he took her to a trainer for cutter racing on snow and after that she was hyped up bad and hard to handle.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Travlr, post: 1766596, member: 42463"] We had a tobacco field next to the new house. We'd sneak in to the field at night and cut leaves, and dry them on the roof. I had a corncob pipe and that was some nasty stuff. My sister and I discover a nest full of over ripe goose eggs. We were throwing them at trees and buildings on the farm and the stench was awesome. So bad it made us retch if we got too close. We were down to the last egg and decided to do something special because we wanted to see what was in the egg if it wasn't smashed. We cracked it lightly against the cement kitchen step... and suddenly it EXPLODED! Gray, thick, chunky goo went all over us. In our mouths. The worst part was that my sister had broken her collar bone and she had a cast on that looked like a short T-shirt. My mother filled a washtub with suds and stripped us down to bathe outside. But my sister reeked for a couple of weeks. We got used to it and hardly noticed but when we went into town we got some pretty odd looks. There were signs everywhere we went that said "white only" or "colored". They were over bathroom doors or water fountains. We had a young, black woman that would come a couple of times a week to clean the house and iron laundry. One day my mother was going to be gone and told me the maid would have my lunch money. I held out my hand so she could drop the money into my palm... and she held the money out so I had to take it from her hand. I could tell she was looking at me to see how I'd react to touching her. It was right around the time the three social workers were murdered and buried in an earthen dam. I started gentling horses for a guy when I was 14. One night he brought a high dollar yearling filly over without calling us first and we had to clean out a stall for her. He tied her to the front porch of the stable and as we carried a feed bunk out of the stall it scraped against something and made a loud grinding noise and the filly spooked. The uprights on the porch were tied together with net fencing and when she pulled the first one out the fencing was attached to the others so every time one came loose the next one followed... and by the time she was finished the entire porch roof had collapsed. She turned out to be one of the more bullet proof horses I worked with, very trusting, but he took her to a trainer for cutter racing on snow and after that she was hyped up bad and hard to handle. [/QUOTE]
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