A Glimpse Into The Past
Every year my cousins from Buffalo, New York, came for a visit and the summer of 1964, when I was 8, was no exception. While Sharlene and I spent time playing with dolls and baking in my Easy Bake Oven, Phillip and my older brother Wayne did target practice on tin cans at the horse barn with his rifle. Yes, he was 10 and he had his own rifle, which in itself was not unheard of within farming families. Yet even Wayne was surprized at how that rifle ended up in his hands.
One spring day, Wayne and Wendy decided visit the sheep grazing in the field to find any new lambs that had been born during the night. "You kids be careful!" Mom warned. "The momma-sheep don't like people around their babies and they especially won't like Buster being around them." But Wayne was a fearless 8-year-old, and 6-year-old Wendy was brave just tagging along behind him.