Great War Art #4

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Vanwall said...

Any of you folks out there ever use one of those plows? It's goddam hard work - I never could get a straight row that hot spring day in the unforgiving Arizona desert soil, and I was sure glad they discontinued it as a history lesson adjunct later that year at my old grade-school. They bought a nice gas-powered tiller that kept the Memorial Garden much better looking, but it lost that kids-gone-wild look, that was actually kind of endearing. I transferred to another school and a kind of hell the next year, and I never saw that garden again, but I remember it fondly - it was ours.

Never did get a nice looking girl in a pinafore to help me, tho - I was paired with a tall, horse-faced girl named Gretchen, who more resembled the plow than any specimen of pulchritude. She didn't like me much, either, so we were both pretty muley for at least that lesson, if not for the balance of our acquaintance. Can't say she would've inspired me to join a War Garden effort, unless she was pulling in harness and I had a bullwhip handy.

I left Gretchen as as soon as my shift pushing was over - she could do her own damn spotting - and highed on over to a couple of young things next to us that were partnered up in that class, giggling all the while, who didn't seem to be getting anywhere. Teacher had waved me over and decided I was to help 'em as a sort of punishment for leaving my mule, er Gretchen, but she failed to see this was a perfect briar patch for me.

A willowy blonde and a freckled redhead, were cute as buttons, either one of whom I might've signed up to be with in a War Plowing Situation - the leather harness and bullwhip would've been optional - and due to this farmer's introduction, later on in school that year I was able to get my first ever kiss in with one of 'em. (Redheads have held a fascination for me ever since, and it was nice to find out later in life just how far down freckles can go, and how you can tell if she's a real redhead) I have to say that even tho I couldn't really hoe a straight row for love or money, that day's plowing was worth it. ;-)