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Show :57 and I made Harold a little red and white striped suit. It looked very cute on him when it was new, but shrunk when it was washed until he couldn't wear it. I took my job seriously, but was bossy with my sisters and they resented my authority, so I was on the other end of "sassing. " Papa was beside himself with worry; his normally short temper was even shorter. If the biscuits were too hard he threw them across the room. If dinner wasn't on time for the hay crew he reverted to swearing and told me I was a "damn, lazy little sow. " I had too much of his blood to be docile and flared back at him. Once I walked out of the room and slammed the door when he was in the midst of a tirade. Uncle Joe was there and Papa came in after me. "If I'm talking to you, you are going to listen, " he told me. I fought him like a tiger and tore his shirt from its collar. "John! John! " Uncle Joe remonstrated. "You can't use force on her. She's a grown woman. " The climax came over dishes. It was an unwritten law at our place that dishes should be washed at night, a necessity to come into a clean kitchen for the heavy morning breakfasts. I made an error in judgement and accepted a part in an M. I. A. play, the rehearsals of which began at seven and lasted until midnight. I had to leave for rehearsal before the men were through with the chores, which left Macel and Revo to wash dishes and get the little ones to bed. |