From our Humor Department:
My Grandma, who had come out west with Daniel Boone, used to torture me with tales of what she had endured when she was my age. She used to get up at 1 am every day so that she could walk the trail to the one-room school-house. “It was 50 miles, one way. The snow was six feet high. The temperature was 90 degrees in the shade. Yet I never was tardy and I certainly never missed a day of school.”
“What time did you get home,” asked I. “2 o’clock in the am,” replied she.
“And never in all of that time had I any where near the trials and tribulations that I have now caring for you. I think it is God’s punishment for all the sinnin’ I had done in my prime years.”
“What sinnin’ would that be, Grandma?” This might be interesting. “Nothing you would be interested in,” was her stern reply. “You do more atrocities than I ever did in an average day before I can even get you breakfast.”
Now it is all these years later and I’m a preacher in Abilene. While I’m wondering what Grandma would have made of the cowboys whooping it up in town at the end of their trail, I also wondered how snow could have been six feet high when the temperature was 90 degree in the shade. Grandma wouldn’t have shaved the truth.