The pen didn't work, and the pencil was mashed on the end until lead wouldn't fit in it. But i flaunted the pen and pencil in front of the kids at school as if they were pure gold with a lifetime guarantee.
Winter came early in December and stayed. The first snow lay on the ground like a dirty white blanket and waited for fresh snow to fall and cover it.
One bitter cold day, Dad and Jesse butchered the hogs and our two pet lambs. I cried over my lamb, but mom said it has to be done. There wasn't enough feed for them.
The attic room never got warm. Dad didn't believe in wasting heat or using up stove wood to heat a bedroom. When Mom called us to get up for school, we'd grab our clothes in our arms and race downstairs to crowd around the roaring red-hot stove to get dressed. The heat didn't spread far from the stove, so we had to stand closer to any benefit from the fire.
One day, i was standing too near the stove when i bent over to pull on my underwear. I yelled, leaped away like a scalded cat, and fell over Robert, who was sitting on floor with a blanket around him. He became bawling and squalling, making more noise than i was.
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