When I was a boy, I worked Summers on my Grandma and Grandpa's farm with my Grandpa, three of his sons and two of my brothers. We woke up before the sun and worked hard doing everything a vibrant farm needed done; plowing, tilling and seeding fields, tending to the live stock, mending fences and more. At lunch time we all washed up using a big pail of soapy water by the back door. When we walked in Grandma’s house we knew, we had better be clean or she might order us back to the wash pail. The boys sat at one table and the men sat at another. One day as I sat at the boy’s table as I always had done in the past, Grandma put her hand on my shoulder and told me “You did a man’s day of work so from now on you will set at the man’s table”. So I did. Then I ate all of Grandma’s home cooked meal like I had a man’s size appetite.
Hugh from Kansas
