During the day, Grandma and Mom would visit, sew dresses for an orphanage in Korea, pick fruit from the orchard, and can. Us kids liked to walk down the road to the railroad track, waiting for the train to rumble by, its power making us shiver. Sometimes if we could find a penny we would put it on the track and after the train had passed we would add the flattened coin to our treasures.
There was a water well out front covered by a heavy door. We would beg our Uncle Rodney to lift the lid just a little bit so we could see the spiders inside, shiny black with red hourglasses on their tummies.
Sometimes we would feed the chickens, being careful not to get in the way of the mean rooster, it was fun to throw out the corn and watch them all rush to it, no matter which direction we threw it, they would all flock over there, even when there was still plenty left from the last handful--reminds me of my greedy little puppies. We always kept an eye out for the mean rooster, who thankfully disappeared the evening we had chicken and dumplings.