Reading Part 2 of Chapter One of Chicken Charlie’s Year.
Sledding can be fun, but not for Charlie this time.
Many of the stories of this novel had origins in my dad’s stories, but not this one.
My sister Karen was the one who slid down on her butt, being pulled by her tights that were caught on the sled runner. That day was Karen’s birthday. We were pulling sleds down the back road with our horses. I was riding Goldy with a rope leading to a sled. Our cousin was on her horse, pulling another sled. Poor Karen walked home through the fields, hiding her ripped pants with her coat.
Many real happenings were used in this novel. Names were changed to protect the innocent and to make a better story.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright 2021 by Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.
One of the perks of writing a column is that some of my readers write letters to me. At Christmas time they send me cards.
Here’s a video showing off my collection this year.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for your extra efforts to write me. I so appreciate every single one. Even though we may never have met, I consider each one of you my friend.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright 2021 by Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.
I had some trouble picking up the middle ball of snow. I made it a bit big, but I finally got it set. Too bad everything stuck to my creation, but I’m happy with it.
Until next time, that’s all there is from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright 2021 by Susan Manzke, all rights reserved.