“I still need to find Grandma.” Lou remembered, reaching for her backpack. “Oh no! I left my phone in my backpack. How can I call Grandma, now? Can I use your phone?” she asked, reaching out to Lynn.
“We don’t have a phone. The lines don’t reach this far out in the country. When Mother has to use the phone she goes to Mr. Jones’s store and pays him fifteen cents.
“Your grandma is probably up at the house with Mama, anyway. There’s nowhere else to go, It’s a mile to the nearest neighbor.” Lynn bounced up and pulled down an old bag swing attached to a rafter. She gave a huge push and raced high up the hay. “Swing it again!”
Lou pushed it hard. Then again. Lynn and hopped onto the swing at its peak, her legs wrapped tightly. The pack of dogs went wild barking and snapping at the swing as it skimmed over their heads. Lynn flew high enough to kick the top of the open doors, scoring an exciting ride till it fizzled to a stop.
Jumping off, she shouted. “Your turn! Climb up on the hay!”
Climbing the hay was the easy part. Lou’s head almost touched the tin roof of the barn. The rain pounded just above my head. Lynn pushed the swing till it gained enough height for me to jump on it. The dogs anxiously waited for their turn to jump at her.
“I’m scared! If I miss, I’m a goner!” Lou complined.
“We do this all the time! You’re not gonna fall…..and if you do, you’ll probably land on a dog.” assured Lynn.
That made sense. There were dogs to spare. As she swung higher and higher, Lou grabbed the rope, held her breath, and jumped, wrapping her legs tightly. Wild horses couldn’t have pulled her off. That leap was the biggest thrill of her life. Laughing hysterically, she kicked the top of the barn doors wishing she could fly forever. Lynn pushed Lou over and over, then jumped on with her. The dogs joined in the fun, chasing and barking.
Though Lynn is lots of fun, Lou didn’t forget she needed to find Grandma as soon as the rain stopped.
Nutsrok 
Family members I heard of in those stories are still alive to me.
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It sounds like an exciting adventure
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I hope it will appeal to kids. Writing it for my granddaughter. Thanks
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I was getting butterflies in my tummy as the swing flew higher and higher. Oh gosh, I think I’m still afraid of heights, but where is grandma?
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She’ll surely turn up. You know she’d never just forget Lou. I am writing this for my 9 year Old granddaughter.
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I know she will and how exciting for your granddaughter, she’s lucky to have a grammy with such an amazing talent for writing
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She loves my stories. When we visit in Houston, she always spends the night with us at our hotel. She never gets enough of my stories. I never get enough of her. We are more comfortable at a hotel than in their house. It is four stories.
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How beautiful to have that relationship with her. She’ll perhaps become just like you with her grandbabies many moons from now. What a wonderful lesson in love you are sharing with her and how amazing to be opening up her mind to stories and adventures through them. What a wonderful blessing for you both.
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It certainly is for me.
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Your story brings back memories with my granny. I used to love spending time with her, but it’s my aunt Billie who I share your type of story telling memories with.
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I hope you’ve shared them. I’d love to hear. Can you do a post?
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I can do a post. What a great idea to share Aunt Billie’s stories. Thank you for the idea
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Please send me a link when you do. I want to know about Aunt Billie. She must have been loving!
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I will for sure. Actually I wrote a blog about her back on April 6, 2021. I’ll see if I can copy and past the link here.
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Got it. We all need Aunt Billie
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Yes we do. I’m blessed she is still with us. She’s 99 years old, so while I know her time is limited here on earth, I am beyond thankful for each day she is here.
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My mother is 96. She is a joy.
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Wow!! She does your illustrations? What a blessing to have her still here in your life. I’m so happy you still have her
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She di the primitive art on some of my earlier stuff. It is a blessing to still have her.
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That’s so awesome you’ll have a little piece of her to pass down from generation to generation. Her artwork will hopefully be treasured by many generations to come.
I’m so happy you still have her in your life. That is a blessing to you my dear friend and I’m sure you enjoy every moment with her.
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I am so lucky.
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Is it okay if I reblog this lovely tribute?
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Absolutely my friend. Feel free to repost anything I write. Thank you, this mean so much to me.
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Thx. I love it
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