•February 13, 2019•

By Evelyn Burtcheard
NP Guest Columnist

When Dad was doing repairs to the house, one of the repairs consisted of re-plastering part of a wall. He had to remove some broken lath and plaster. We hauled the pieces of lathe to the farthest corner of the backyard near the hog pen to be used as kindling to start stove fires.
Taking the eggs to the house I passed the smoke house (none of us liked smoked meat and Dad was using the building for a work shop). I saw Donny hard at work with a hammer, saw and brace and drill bit. I asked him what he was doing, and, of course, I got a one word answer. Car.
The next afternoon the two little boys and I were in the yard looking for our wagon. We could have left it anywhere as we used it for play and work. Donny joined us with a contraption and announced he had built a car!     Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.