February 22nd, 2021
I was young when there was the Depression and its aftermath. Farmers lost their farm and everything was auctioned off. Sometimes the auction was after the farmer had died. I asked my mother if I could go to one at the next farm. It was safe and I could walk there. I took a quarter tied in a clean hanky. I sat on the fence. Women might have been in the house cooking food if the auction lasted all day. A big black barrel came up. I bid a quarter and no one else said a word. Everything had to be removed by sundown. I ran home and got my big brother. He drove the tractor and wagon over when the auction ended. I felt like crying because the bottom of the barrel had some rust holes. I could not be mad at the farmer’s family. Everyone had time earlier before the auction to look things over. I didn’t! My brother made me feel better when he said “everyone can use another burn barrel”. Everyone should have a big brother like I did.