Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Priming the Pump...My Way...

CA, I READ YOUR BLOG ON PRIMING THE WATER PUMP AND IT WAS PRETTY GOOD!

WELL, THE WAY I GOT THE WATER IN THE BUCKET WAS--- I WOULD GO TO THE HANDLE AND GET THE WATER GOING, THEN, WITH BUCKET IN HAND, I WOULD RUN AROUND TO THE FRONT OF THE PUMP, STICK THE BUCKET UNDER THE WATER AND WATCH AS THE LAST FEW DROPS TRICKLED INTO THE BUCKET.

THEN I WOULD TAKE THE BUCKET WITH ME , BACK TO THE HANDLE AND START PUMPING AGAIN; RUN AROUND TO THE FRONT AND CATCH THE LAST BIT AGAIN.

FINALLY I GOT THE BUCKET FULL ENOUGH THAT I DIDN'T GET IN TROUBLE FOR NOT HAVING ENOUGH WATER IN THE BUCKET. BUT,BOY, WAS I TIRED!

I CAN'T REMEMBER WHO TOLD ME HOW TO DO IT RIGHT, BUT I KNOW I FINALLY GOT ONE OF THE LITTLE KIDS TO HOLD THE BUCKET WHILE I PUMPED THE HANDLE! 'YAY!'

MIZ MICKS...

See ya!...

Thursday, June 5, 2008

MORE STORIES WHILE IN MERCED...

IT SEEMS THAT WE LIVED IN A SMALL CABIN ABOUT THREE BLOCKS FROM SCHOOL. THE SCHOOL WAS NAMED GALEN CLARK.
WE WERE VERY POOR WHEN WE FIRST GOT TO MERCED FROM ARIZONA. ONE DAY I WENT TO SCHOOL WITH BUDDIE TO VISIT. WE HAD A RECESS AND WENT BACK INTO THE CLASS ROOM.
BUDDIE HAD TO WRITE THE ALPHABET ON THE BLACK BOARD AND HE WAS WAITING FOR THE TEACHER TO SEE AND GRADE IT.

WELL I HELPED ALL COULD. WHEN I FIGURED HE WAS THROUGH,I QUIETLY(I WAS WARNED TO BE VERY QUIET) GOT UP AND WAS BUSILY ERASING HIS LETTERS FROM THE BOARD,WHEN I WAS CAUGHT.

THAT ANGRY TEACHER SENT A NOTE HOME WITH BUDDY AND SAID I WAS TO YOUNG TO GO TO SCHOOL AND WOULD HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL SCHOOL STARTED AGAIN. THAT MADE ME SEVEN. MOM WAS UPSET BUT THERE WASN'T ANY THING SHE COULD DO.

NEXT TIME IS WHEN I START TO SCHOOL,------- UNLESS SOMETHING ELSE GETS IN MY THOUGHTS BEFORE THEN.

MIZ MICKS...see ya...