Saturday, September 19, 2009

The Big Family

    By now it was dark and a storm was quickly sweeping across the prairie towards us. Michael and I crawled under the tarp on top of the smelly potatoes, while the thunder and lightning resounded all around us. Uncle Dan and Aunt Jenny and their two oldest kids, Adam and Steven, hunkered down in the cab to try and get some sleep. There was no way anyone was getting out in the darkness and rain to try and access the damage. Besides, they would need scuba gear if they did.
    Sleep was impossible and an eternity passed before we heard the faint sound of motor slipping and sliding through the muck. We listened intently as the noise grew louder...

2 comments:

Jean said...

What year was this? It sounds like the trip where a pickup load of people from LaMora went to fix the truck/rescue the potato load (including me, bringing whoever was Mom's baby at the time)It was supposed to take a few hours and we ended up staying overnight at some poor family's place; all of us kids lined up sleeping on his cement floor with no bedding. The poor baby (Kathleen maybe) with no diaper change for about 24 hours! I'll never forget! Was it THAT trip?

desertson said...

That was the one. We had to sell all the potatoes to the local buyers and a 3rd of the load rotted righ on the truck.