1. Church Picnic


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: verytrustedsource, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    spot a couple of weeks ago that I think we’ll be able to use from now on. It’s got a nice mix of sun and shade, great grassy spots and a small sand-beach on a lake” Looking at them I continued, “I hope you girls brought your bathing outfits or am I the only one that’s going to be swimming?” “Yes we did,” they said in unison. We finished loading and took off. Jane was in the front with me and Tricia in the back. After a short while Tricia said, “I can’t hear anything you two are saying. The wind and wheels are too loud. Can I move up front too?” “Sure,” I said as I stopped, “Come on up.” About five miles outside of town I turned onto a dirt track and said, “This was a really bumpy ride two weeks ago. We’ll be going over a lot of holes. About two thirds of the way we cross over a stream.” I stopped and from under the seat pulled out a boat belaying pin. In response to both girls questioning looks I said, “We use it as a handhold for the passengers on rough rides. Excuse me Tricia.” Reaching over her slid it into a hole under the seat between the two girls and continued, “It’s belaying pin from a ship. You hold onto it to stop yourselves from being tossed out of the wagon.” About five minutes after we started again, to emphasize the point I’d made earlier, the right wheel fell into a pothole. Jane was almost tossed out of the wagon when Tricia fell against her. “I see what you mean,” said Tricia, “that was some hole! I’m glad that handhold was there though I’m going to have ...
    to hold onto it more tightly.” The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful. As we climbed what I knew was the last rise before the picnic spot I said, “We’re almost there. Just over this rise. Be prepared to be amazed.” I came to the top of the rise and stopped the wagon. Before us lay a peaceful country scene. Jane gasped, “It’s beautiful James, truly beautiful. It reminds me of the idyllic country scenes I’ve read about in novels.” “Yeah!” said Tricia, “This is fantastic. Let’s go!” “I’ll stop the wagon in that flat spot by that tree over there,” I said. “I don’t want to drive it down that slope to the beach. It’s only ten yards down to the edge of the water and we don’t have much to carry.” I stopped the wagon and tied up Flossy. Going around the back Jane suddenly jumped to one side. “Look out! Watch your step,” she said. “The cows have been here recently. Fresh cow pie.” Tricia said pointing, “They’re over there. We should be okay. They’re wandering away from this area.” Handing each of them their hampers, while I took my bag I said, “I’m bringing the belaying pin in case the cows come back. I had to prod them with last time I was here.” We set off with Jane in the lead and me in the back. Jane had taken about five steps when her feet shot out from under her and she slid the rest of the way down the hill. Just as Tricia said, “What happened,” her feet shot out from under her and she slid down too. I stopped dead and looked down. There was a huge cow pie on the path and I ...
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