Prairie Girls

 

 

Hello. It’s me again. Today I want to tell you about my cousin, Ginny. Her mom and my mom are sisters. Ginny lives in western Kansas with her mom, dad, and baby brother. We write letters to each other and enclose them in the envelopes with our mothers’ letters. My family doesn’t have a lot of money, but our life is not as difficult as Ginny’s family’s life. She writes of days and nights filled with blowing dust. Our storms are not as severe here in the eastern part of the state.

When Cousins Came Calling

                                                By Collette

Whenever my aunt and uncle came to visit my parents, we cousins always got into trouble. It was nothing serious, but enough to draw attention. As we got older, we learned to fly under the radar better. The cousins played endless card games from “battle” to “slapjack” to “spoons.”  We had several board games that we wore out also. When the time came to go home, much whining occurred because we had so much fun together.

The bad part of this was after they left, my sister and I had a room in shambles. As we got older the whining changed to begging them to help put everything back into order. Of course, that never seemed to happen. The worst mess was the time we jumped on the beds and broke one of the slats. Thank goodness it was my sister’s bed. My dad had warned us several times to stop it, but we had to try it one last time.

Although we played outside some of the time, we always seemed to end up playing inside whether it was at Grandma’s house or one of my aunts. My oldest cousin was four years older than I, so we generally followed her lead. She was the best at picking the games anyway. Since my dad was an only child, this side of the family was extra special, and we loved the times spent together. Three of the six of us are gone now, and I miss them and our times together dearly.