Was just going through some envelops and this page dropped out. I think it was written in Mom's handwriting... Any of you family artists care to illustrate this for posterity sake? It's quite a word picture!!!
It was September and all the children were in school except Frank. Shortly after arriving at school, Donald accidentally cut his head and called for me to come and get him. I did and we bandaged his cut and kept him at home. Later in the day as I was washing dishes I noticed Grandpa baling hay with the roller baler. I was startled to see smoke coming from the baler and on looking more closely, I could see flames also. I called to Donald and he ran quickly down to tell him and then Grandpa started for the shop where there was water, leaving clumps of burning hay all along the way. There was an abundance of dry grass surrounding all the buildings and I was afraid if it caught fire, no telling where it would stop. I filled a garbage can full of water and Donald grabbed a large thick white bath towel and between the two of us we beat out all the small fires. In the mean time Grandpa drove on up to the tap and sprayed the hay in the baler until the fire was out. We felt it was providential that Don had to come home that day.
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