Summer of the War
“He would have liked to take his Chris-Craft with its polished Philippine mahogany planking that gleamed in the sun, but the Chris-Craft used more gas than the smaller boat. When he returned, he passed out the letters, handing one to Carrie. He glanced at the return address. “Brad Nelson. Looks like you’ve made a conquest, Caroline. I hope for the Nelsons’ sake that that young man pulls himself together.” Carrie took the letter and hurried up to our room. Grandpa looked after her for a minute an...d then, shrugging his shoulders, asked, “Who’s going to help me bury the garbage?”
Grandpa heaved a shovel over his shoulder like a soldier marching off to war. Emily, Nancy, and Tommy marched along behind him, each lugging a bag of onion and potato peels and other disgusting stuff that had to be buried. Stones would be placed over the burial spots so raccoons and skunks couldn’t dig it up. Nancy convinced Grandpa to let her scatter some of the garbage for the animals. “A little doesn’t hurt,”MoreLess
Grandpa heaved a shovel over his shoulder like a soldier marching off to war. Emily, Nancy, and Tommy marched along behind him, each lugging a bag of onion and potato peels and other disgusting stuff that had to be buried. Stones would be placed over the burial spots so raccoons and skunks couldn’t dig it up. Nancy convinced Grandpa to let her scatter some of the garbage for the animals. “A little doesn’t hurt,”MoreLess
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