The Young twins.
The earliest stories I remember hearing were from Mamaw on her front porch. She would sit in the swing wit
h me and tell me stories of Mother and Dorie. They were quite active, always getting into things. When she was working outside she would put them on a big blanket to keep and eye on them. She never knew what they might do.One day Mamaw was washing clothes in a big black pot in the yard and she heard laughing coming from in the house. She went in to inspect and there the twins were in the kitchen. They had gotten into the molasses can. They poured the molasses out on the floor and was spreading it around the room. Here sat two blonde toddlers with molasses every where. They were playing in it. Dipping thier hands into the mess and watching it string down as they pulled their hands away. One would dip their hands into the mess and then touch the others hair. Giggling and laughing as they went. Everything was funny until Mamaw caught them. Poor Mamaw! She had to clean the twins, the kitchen, and everything. She still had the clothes to wash too. Maybe I should say Poor Pappaw because when he came home his wife was not a happy camper and he had to deal with that.
The earliest stories I remember hearing were from Mamaw on her front porch. She would sit in the swing wit
h me and tell me stories of Mother and Dorie. They were quite active, always getting into things. When she was working outside she would put them on a big blanket to keep and eye on them. She never knew what they might do.One day Mamaw was washing clothes in a big black pot in the yard and she heard laughing coming from in the house. She went in to inspect and there the twins were in the kitchen. They had gotten into the molasses can. They poured the molasses out on the floor and was spreading it around the room. Here sat two blonde toddlers with molasses every where. They were playing in it. Dipping thier hands into the mess and watching it string down as they pulled their hands away. One would dip their hands into the mess and then touch the others hair. Giggling and laughing as they went. Everything was funny until Mamaw caught them. Poor Mamaw! She had to clean the twins, the kitchen, and everything. She still had the clothes to wash too. Maybe I should say Poor Pappaw because when he came home his wife was not a happy camper and he had to deal with that.
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