A Visit to the Farm
By Kinley Marie
Hi, it's me again, Kinley Marie. Sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you. But I was just too busy keeping up with my grandparents.
As I told you last week, I came to Grandma and Grandpa Fritzemeier's farm at the County Line for a visit. I rode with my Mommy to Wichita, where she had a meeting, and then my Grandma and Grandpa picked me up. It was a long trip to the farm, but I stayed awake so that I wouldn't miss anything.
Grandma's rules, not mine. She says she is getting soft in her old age because, once upon a time, animals weren't allowed in the house at all.) I was not sure that I wanted to get too close to Grandpa's friend, Tiger. It's important to evaluate situations from a distance. But, then I decided that he might be OK to touch. So I did. He was soft.
I am especially good at putting the salt and pepper shakers and the salad dressing bottles on the table.
|At left, Kinley in the rocking chair; Jill in the same chair, upper right|
My favorite reading place was Grandma's lap. But I also liked reading in the rocking chair. My Grandma put a big doll in the chair, but that chair is for girls, not dolls. Grandma says that my Mommy used to sit in the rocking chair, too. (It had a different cover back then. I guess that was the olden days.)
I also got a ride in the wagon that my Mommy and Uncle Brent used to ride in. It was shinier then.
Whew! That was quite a visit. It's hard work to entertain the grandparents.