Me? A DDP?

And now I am a poet too. OK, so it is a real short poem and not very good neether, but I tried.

Thanks, Catster, for makin me a DDP today, and thanks to my cool friends for the congratulashuns and prezunts too.

Our daddy was here last week. He comed back from Pinedale, Wyoming, and decidered to stay with us instead of goin all the way home and then comin right back a few days later. Daddy's big canvas trader's tent was wet from bein rained on, so as soon as daddy got here, he and mama started puttin the tent up to dry. Mostly daddy did all the hard work, but mama got the ropes and stuff and helped a teensy bit with the ridgepole, whatever that meens. The tent dried out real fast, and mama and daddy got it down and folded and put away before it rained that evenin.

On Tuesday Peekie and I had to stay all alone while mama and daddy tooked a day trip to work on mama's family history. They spended the day at the research center in Ft. Benton.

Wednesday was funner cuz mama and daddy were home all day. Daddy plays lotsa cool games with me and the Peekster. Mama and daddy tried pretty hard to get me and Peekie to play with our new batters, but we sniffied on em and then walked away.

Thursday mama and daddy leaved early in the mornin and went to Square Butte lookin for an old stone house where mama's great aunt and unkl used ta live. They talked to two peeples in the tiny town, and they did not even know bout the house. Daddy founded it in the middle of a buncha trees where some horsies were eatin. Mama and daddy were standing within 50 feets and could not even see it. Daddy was real brave and did somethin mama called bushwhackin with a big long stick in case of snakes. When daddy was goned a long time, mama knewed he had founded somethin. When daddy camed back, mama followed him through the trees and the thistles and rose bushes and tall grass. Mama sez it looks like a secrut house cuz it is so hidden. The back door was open, well, it was kinda broked too, so mama and daddy went inside. It was pretty terbl, but mama tooked some pictures to remember it cuz it was once a happy home. On one end there was an old, old, old store with what mama called a false front. It had two big windows on either side of the door, and it had funny bins and shelves and stuff all along the sides for keepin stuff to sell. The trees were so thick mama and daddy could not even walk round the house to see the nuther side.

All in all, mama sez it was worth drivin lotsa miles on a gravel road. It is kinda sad mama's pictures are not better, but they are her memories and all she has. Mama sez once upon a time she was not innerested in the peeples who camed before her, but now they and their history are priceless.

Yesterday mama went to the cemetery to water our grammie's flowers. Then she went to look at the map. See, mama has been tryin to find her great grandpa in the old part of the cemetery, but there is not no marker there. Just a few days ago mama founded a letter from 1943 that said where great grandpa's grave is. She thought maybee she could find it from the map, but the old part was not on the map. Mama was feelin dejected, and she was ready to leave when a man pulled up in a truck and asked if he could help. Mama told him she was lookin for her great grandpa. She membered the plot and section numbers. The nice man went into the office, and right away he founded a buncha little cards. Then he told mama to follow him. He took mama right to where great grandpa has been restin since 1907! Then the nice man told mama he had worked at the cemetery for 36 years, and he just found those little cards that say where everbuddy is in the old part. How neat is that? Mama has been lookin for great grandpa (our great-great grandpa) for a long, long time. Now mama wants a big, giant, humongous rock for a marker, and she will get a brass plaque to go on it. Jeepers, maybee mama and daddy will take us and our stroller to the cemetery, and we can go for a walk under the big green trees.

Speakin of goin for stroller rides, Peekie and I got a stroll while daddy was here. It was gettin pretty late, so it was coolin down. Daddy pushed us, and mama tried to keep up. Daddy is bout a foot taller than mama, and sumtimes he just goes too fast. The coolest part is we saw a real, live, WILD bunny! Next to the road! Eatin grass! Ooh, it was so cool. Mama started movin toward the bunny while we all watched. She got only bout three steps from the bunny before he got too skared and runned away. It was fun watchin him. He was tryin not to move a muscle so mama would not see him, but mama was starin at the bunny real hard and takin super slow steps. When we got home, Peekie and I were exhaustered and had to take a nap.

P.S. I think Peekie was talkin in her diary bout bein the cub reporter when we go on vacashun. She thinks she can use the puter and type reports while I am sleepin. I guess I will not get no naps at all. Little sneak...

Purred by: Zeke (Catster Member)

July 23rd 2012 at 7:14 pm