The Pepper Planter
When my younger brother, Gary, was 4 years old, he loved helping our dad in the vegetable garden. I always wanted to help Mother in the house. One day Mother and I were looking out the kitchen window at Dad as he planted peppers. He had dug neat holes and was dropping a plant into each one. Gary followed Dad, picked up each plant and broke it in half before dropping it back in the hole. Needless to say, my mother ran out to tell Dad what his little helper was doing. Gary is 66 years old now and I am almost 70. We still laugh about his gardening skills. BARBARA DANCY Livingston, Tennessee
I used to ask my grandson Alex if he was my boy. He always said yes. One day, while holding him at a parade, I tripped on a barricade but managed to recover without injury. Alex said, “Grandma, you dropped my boy!” He is now 24 and finishing his master’s degree, but he still is my boy. SHARON JONES Palmetto, Florida
One day when I was 9 or 10, my older brother Bill saw me go into the hayloft and retrieve eggs from a hen’s nest, which she had hidden up under the eaves of our barn. He watched me place my hat full of eggs on my head so my hands would be free to negotiate the ladder. When I reached the ground, Bill was gone. As I came through the door to take the eggs to Mom, Bill darted off with a football in his hand. “Hey,” he shouted as he lobbed the ball. I tried to catch it, but it hit me on the head. Well, you guessed it. I had a hat full of eggs streaming around my ears, and Bill had a good laugh.
Lesson learned: Never try to catch a football if your hat is full of eggs—no matter what! JIM SODEN Eugene, Oregon
While I was brushing my granddaughter Laci’s hair one day, Grampa said, “Laci, you have a lot of hair.” She replied, “Grampa, you have a shortage of hair.” Connie Robichaud Pittsburg, New Hampshire