It
Happened On a Washday
The summer when I was four ...
The summer when I was four ...
that's
when the neighbor's kid
shot
a hole
in the kitchen door!
Now
Daddy's shotgun was always loaded and
leaned
against
the living room door frame ...
we kids
knew better than to touch it...
if we did,
well, we'd never do THAT again! .
We hadn't
had the washing machine very long
so Daddy
hadn't yet built the wash house.
That's why
Mama was on the porch, doing the
laundry outside the said door on the
south.
The
visiting kid who had come that day
had always
thought meddling was fun.
When he
reached for it, my sister told him
it was
loaded and not to pick up the gun!
Well, no
matter what she said him,
he wouldn't put it back ...
instead he waved that shotgun around like
a soldier
getting ready for an attack!
The noise
from the washer kept Mama
from
hearing
what was being said.
If my
sister hadn't pushed me back, the shot would
have
taken two inches off the top of my
head!
Mama
rushed in; the kid took off...
so fearful
of his fate,
he went
between the wires of the
back
fence
instead of opening the gate!
Daddy covered the hole in the door
with the a
tin can lid and some nails.
You know,
if my sister hadn't pushed me behind her
that day,
I wouldn't be here to tell this tale!
Virginia
Archer
07-09
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