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Dandelions: Day 3 Kids and Dandelions

Here is Kyra wearing my daisy chain. I think it looks better on Kyra than it did on Missy.

Kyra wearing daisy chain


Kyra and her brother and older sister wanted to learn how to make dandelion chains. We found some dandelions growing in their yard.

Joseph starts a daisy chain      Brittany helps Kyra     Kyra did it!

Joseph went right to work. Brittany had to help Kyra at first. Then Kyra was able to do it by herself.

Kyra’s trick

Kyra had a trick of her own. She made a wish and blew the dandelion seeds everywhere!

Making Curly-Qs       Making Curly-Qs

We made some curly-Qs out of the stems.

Kyra holding Curly-Q

What fun! Karla is looking at a curly-Q that she pulled out of the water. (Sorry, it is on the other side of her hand and you can’t see it.) Don’t you like her pretty dandelion chain bracelet?

I hope some of our visitors to my blog site will try to make some dandelion chains and curly-Qs. If you do, tell me about it, and send me some pictures.

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My kitten Inky

Janice and Joan with Inky and Crybaby

     Here is a picture of me holding Inky.  My sister, Joan is holding her kitten. We called her kitten Crybaby because it cried a lot. My Daddy took this picture.

     I love kittens! When we moved to the farm where grandma and grandpa used to live and where Daddy grew up, there were always lots of cats and kittens. One time I counted as many as fourteen! 

     What I really liked was to find baby kittens. If a mama kitty went from fat to skinny we knew she had kittens somewhere. Our mama kitties usually had them in the haymow of the barn. Sometimes we would find the babies before their eyes were opened. Mama told us not to pick them up until they opened their eyes.

     I thought of a good trick for finding the babies. I would walk around the barn and up in the haymow crying “mew mew” real soft like a kitten. Then I would stop and listen. If they were sleeping and the mama kitty was away they might wake up and think it was her. Then they would start crying. All we had to do then was look where the sound came from.

     My favorite kitten was Inky. I remember when she was very tiny.  She was all black except for a little patch of white under her chin.  When she first opened her eyes they were bright blue.  They looked so big in her tiny body.  Inky would look at me with those big blue eyes and back away. I could tell she was afraid, so I gently picked her up and held her real easy so she would know I didn’t want to hurt her.

     Before long Inky would come to me every time I went to the haymow where the kittens were. By the time they were big enough to go wherever they wanted, Inky followed me everywhere. Sometimes that was a problem.

     I got a Brownie camera for my birthday when I turned eight, and I tried to take a picture of Inky.  I was supposed to stand eight feet away from something to take its picture. I put Inky in a good place for a picture and backed away, but every time I got about five steps away Inky would walk up to me.  I finally gave up and took a picture of another cat that looked almost like Inky.

     Inky was one of the best friends I had when we lived on the farm.  She still has a special place in my heart.

Copyright © 2008 by Janice Green

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What I learned about spankings

     When I was a really little kid like three or four maybe, I learned something about getting a spanking.  I did something that was wrong, but I forgot  what it was now.  But Mama caught me doing whatever it was–probably something she told me not to do.  She picked up a plastic hairbrush off her dresser and looked at me with that look–you know what I mean, the one that means you’re in trouble now.  She said, “Come here, Janice.” 

     I knew what that meant, I was going to get a spanking.  Well, I thought fast, and decided to turn the other way and run!  Guess what?  Mama could run faster than me.  Guess what else?  I didn’t just get a spanking, I got two spankings.  Mama gave me the first one for doing whatever it was I had done that I shouldn’t have.  She spanked me with the back of the hairbrush, and it broke in two.  The second spanking was because I ran away when she told me to come to her.

     We had to use that hairbrush with the handle broken off for a long time to brush our hair.  Maybe that is why I remembered this spanking so long.

     After I got older my baby brother tried the same trick.  We lived on a farm then and we both got spankings on the same day.  I got mine first because I was older and should have known better than to climb on those bags of cement in our yard. 

     But Paul Wayne didn’t know about running away from spankings yet.  He ran.  He ran while Daddy was still spanking me and my other brother and my sister.  He ran all the way around the barn and half way across the field behind the barn.  He shouldn’t have done that, because Daddy gave him one swat after another all the way back to the house while they were walking.  I can’t say for sure, but I don’t think he ever tried that trick again either.  I’ll have to ask him sometime.

Copyright © 2008 by Janice Green


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