Mother's Memories

by Adora Ose
(Echo, Minnesota)

One day when he was little, we couldn't find Michael, so we yelled and yelled and searched everwhere on the farm, even through the corn fields and couldn't find him. All the time he was sitting in the bathroom hearing us call for him.





Mike went to town one day with his dad and they met the man in the restaurant who picked up eggs and cream on the farm and he gave Mike a nickel for an icecream cone and Michael swallowed the nickle.

So for days we searched for days checking for the nickel to come out.

One day, "I think it's coming today, Mama!" And sure enought it did. Happy day.



One summer Mike made trails in the grove behind the house and stuffed old clothes to make dummies and hung vacuum cleaner hoses up for fake snakes. It was supposed to be a scary forest walk and he enjoyed taking friends on his scary tour.