Pistol Packin' Mama

     Some of you have asked to see pictures of me, but as I'm sure you realize I am the shy, quiet type... well, I've been reluctant to post pictures.  However, today my good hubby-buddy brought me a picture that I thought you might like to see.  Before I show it, though, I want to share a little history about this picture.  So, here goes:

     Waaaaaaay back in the day... when we were a small family, we lived in a one-room house.  There were four of us an' both my babies were in diapers.  When we wanted a bath, we had to either hope the water in our barrel on the roof was filled with rain water an' warmed by the sun or, we had to haul water from afar an' heat it on the stove.  Neither way was particularly easy.

     We had a garden, but we had to dig trenches next to each row of plants so the rain could be trapped long enough to water our plants.  That's because the ground was very hard, like concrete.  We raised thousands of worms an' sold them in little plastic tubs to fishermen.  We did not have a vehicle an' we lived 84 miles from town, so we had to be very creative in working for our food because we did not have a job.

     In this picture, you will see a silhouette of me against the backdrop of a setting sun.  Sometimes, we went hunting for rabbits because mostly, we could only raise vegetables.  Surprisingly, you cannot plant an animal in the ground and expect it to sprout like plants.  For a long time, we didn't have any animals.  So, we went hunting.  My good hubby-buddy and I took turns at hunting.  This night, it was my turn.

     I remember that I wore a long dress an' a jacket 'cause the evening air was a little chilly.  We were living in High Desert an' it cooled down at night.  If you look closely, you might be able to tell that I was wearing my hair in a ponytail on either side of my head an' in my right hand, I carried a rifle.

     I don't recall if we ate rabbit that night or not.  Sometimes, we did an' sometimes we must have had faulty bullets 'cause they didn't shoot straight.  Oh, well.  On those nights, we usually had oyster stew.  mmmmmm; gooood.  I hope you enjoy the picture.  Now, you know exactly what I look like, right?


     Until the next time, keep a hug on.

 ~ Yaya