Essays taken from a weekly newspaper column published in the Washington County News, Washington, Kansas. Look for my book, "Dispatches From Kansas," available from Amazon.com, or from the author.
I'm beginning to get vertigo - the days are clicking by more quickly as they go. 51!The enameled dishpan is personally evocative. When I was less than a year old, still in my high chair, my mother trapped a mouse under the kitchen sink with just such a pan ~ white, with a red rim. It was 8:20 in the morning, sunny, and my highchair was between the stove and the door into the dining room.It's my earliest memory, purely visual. I only know the time because now I can "interpret" the hands of the clock. The mouse, by the way, had gotten its tail caught in the trap and was pulling the trap behind it. He stayed under the dishpan, I'm told, until my dad got home from work. ;-)
Linda -- Same in our family. I'm the go-to mouse guy. Ditto snakes, wasps, hornets, wheel bugs, etc.
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