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MasterDvdC · 61-69, M
When I was growing up the only time we locked our door was when we were going away for the weekend. Milk was delivered to our door by the milkman. The paperboy came around once a month to collect for the paper and if you didn't have the money, or the parents weren't there, they would come back.
cherokeepatti · 61-69, F
we had to start locking our doors in the daytime on the farm because my little sister who was 2 years old, got out and got stuck in the mud during a rainstorm. My uncle had to search all over for her and finally found her up to her knees in the mud bawling her eyes out. He pulled her out of the mud and brought to the house and washed her down and brought her inside, got her dried off and asked her why she was still crying, and she said she thought the hogs were going to eat her....my uncle had went outside in the rain to look for a hog after hearing one that had dug out under the pen....
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cherokeepatti · 61-69, F
@Darkrose02: Oh hogs can be blood-thirsty sometimes. My uncle always fed them meat scraps at least once a week on account of it. My aunt used to wear a shirt-waist dress in the 60's and she went to feed the hogs one morning and a mama hog came charging at her, she hopped over the fence but the hog grabbed her dress and the skirt of it got ripped plum off...she had to walk back to the house wearing the top half of her dress...good thing there were no neighbors in site of our farm.
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