The next day (was a Sunday) we were trying to locate a church but located hikers first. WE drove a couple up to begin the 100 mile wilderness the last stretch of wild country before the climb of Mt. Katahdin the Northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail, and returned to Monsoon, only to find Cricket hitch hiking back to the trail. So we skipped church and took her to the beginning of the 100 mile wilderness. Tough gal, she hiked the full 2167 miles in less than six months, alone. I doubt if she looks back at the blog. I have no way to contact her, but if you do Cricket, thanks for the chance to meet such a fine tough young lady.
But the best time was after church on Sunday. Sometime I would go home with another boy and eat dinner (lunch) at his house or farm. Then we would play all Sunday afternoon, until church that night. (Yeah, I wondered that too, why did I need so much church?) I think I was a regular at some folk’s house. I think the Pages thought they had taken me to raise. Jim and Bub were about my age I had a lot of fun. Their dad, Brother Page, could pick a guitar and sing some great songs, but he could also sing some comedy ones. (The main attraction? they had a horse!)
Notice I said ‘Brother Page’ Our church had a bunch of people whose first name was Brother or Sister. LOL.
Back tomorrow, thanks for coming this way!
PS: Now I play….some of these games!
******Sag, you're It.
*****Hide and go pee.
********20 questions shouted into your good ear.
****** (I might play) Kick the bucket