Umber (19.22 — Vera’s Story)

I was giving my usual half-hearted attention to the preparation of Sunday dinner when I heard Uncle Del send Ervin to get something from the barn.  As I stood at the stove, stirring burnt creamed peas with new potatoes, I looked out the kitchen window and saw my cousin lollygagging in the sunlight, poking the milk cow with a twig, thoroughly enjoying himself.  He turned a cartwheel, and then spent several minutes swinging from a branch of the apple tree.  He began rolling in the grass.  Then he skipped out of sight. 

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