I'm not sure she how called it a game, but she divided our rather large lawn on Hannah Avenue in Mt. Morris into four sections, and assigned it for mowing by our size, strength and age. Eventually, as my oldest sister moved out, and my younger brother got bigger, I think the two of us probably took over most of that, and eventually it was all his. Until I found this photo of Stan mowing the lawn, I thought we always used a push mower. When he and I were quite young and we lived in Forreston, she'd give us a tool and turn us loose on the yard to dig dandelions. She'd sort of make a contest out out that, but also gave us a penny per plant dug up. There was no way to make snapping beans or pitting cherries into a game; we just had to suck it up and do it. I don't recall ever being asked to help with canning; she probably thought that was too dangerous, or it was just easier to do it herself.
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Stanley mowing the "back 40" in summer 1953 |
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