I had come back to my hometown for an ice cream social. While making the rounds to greet old friends and relatives, I came across her. She gave me a big smile and a loving hug and held on as she would when I was younger. Her hair was snow white, her stature small and frail, but she still had that twinkle in her eyes.
As we reminisced, I told her that I could remember my brother and I, being on her back porch one time. Gene, Campy, Ernie and my dad were having a few. Gene stuck a cherry bomb into a sling shot and drew it back, as Campy lit the cherry bomb. (They were shooting at ducks down by the river. )
Betty came outta’ the house and looked around. “That’s a fine thing to be teaching these boy’s,” she scolded.
They all gave her a laugh.
She chuckled, “Yes Bus, I remember that. Did I ever tell ya’ about the time that we were up to camp? Gene and Gramp were out on the porch and saw a woodchuck. Gene hollered “Betty, bring out my pistol!” So I thought I’d be Annie Okley and grabbed his holster and swung it around me. When I did the pistol went off and shot a hole right through the washing machine! Gene and Gramp came running in scared to death.
"I knew it could have been serious, but I couldn’t stop laughing,“ she giggled.
I sure do miss you Betty…
With great love and admiration, the kid from Poolville