This week Aunt Jeanette writes:

I was the only girl in my family – except Mom. I had an older brother and a younger brother, and of course, Dad. I pretty much learned that if I wanted to play with someone, I played with the boys. When I grew up and got married, we had three sons. Fortunately for me, I already knew all the tricks they might try. My brothers taught me well. However, I had no clue the following incident was going to happen.

My husband and I had pigs for a short time. It was actually A VERY SHORT TIME, but that is a story for a different walk. When our two oldest sons were 4 and 5 years old, they found out they could climb to the top of the pig shed. They even discovered what a wonderful sound shattering glass makes when a brick is dropped through it! You guessed it – not a window was left in the pig shed.

This is one version of the story … One brother took the screen off and dropped a brick through the glass. The other brother climbed down, retrieved the brick, and scooted back to the top of the pig shed. While he was retrieving the brick, the brother on top had removed the screen on the next window. Then it was the retriever’s turn to drop the brick. Unfortunately, one of them cut his finger on broken glass and had to make a trip to the house for a band-aid. Busted!

Now, almost 25 years later, the youngest brother (who was only a baby at the time) wanted me to tell the story. We all had a good laugh — now. I even thought I detected a little twinkle in the older brothers’ eyes as they remembered the sound of the shattering glass!

The old pig shed still stands on our farm, although mostly hidden now – a nostalgic reminder of lessons learned and stories to be told.

Until we walk again …