This certainly wasn't my idea but we had to show the townies (who had come out to play) how brave and carefree we were. Our farm was two thirds swamp and to save flooding Dad would get the drain diggers in to clear the drains and there'd be huge long fat eels everywhere. So we had a game, who could spear the most eels on a pitch fork. There were plenty of those used for hay making so we had one each. Oh weren't we mortified when a girl friend Dawn, one of the townies, won the game! I was much happier down at the creek playing cone races!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.