. Cranberries; : the national cranberry magazine. Cranberries. S2f /M/yt^u^ /o^ ^^n^tc^AlmyoA By NORA ANN KUEHN When I was left a widow with 4 and 6 year old sons to raise, my mother came to live with us. Mother had always been a farm enthusiast. She was determined that her grand- children were going to grow up in a country environment. Whenever they received a gift from Grandma, it either barked, mewed, quacked, crowed or hopped. In a short time, our three acres greatly resembled Noah's Ark. Just before Christmas, Mother read someplace that a burro ate much less than a horse did and at once d
. Cranberries; : the national cranberry magazine. Cranberries. S2f /M/yt^u^ /o^ ^^n^tc^AlmyoA By NORA ANN KUEHN When I was left a widow with 4 and 6 year old sons to raise, my mother came to live with us. Mother had always been a farm enthusiast. She was determined that her grand- children were going to grow up in a country environment. Whenever they received a gift from Grandma, it either barked, mewed, quacked, crowed or hopped. In a short time, our three acres greatly resembled Noah's Ark. Just before Christmas, Mother read someplace that a burro ate much less than a horse did and at once decided that a burro was just the gift for the children. John Martin, our neighbor, brought the burro home for us. Because our lane was soggy and wouldn't accomodate his heavy truck, John and the burro arrived on foot, exchanging uncomplimentary looks. "Did you buy this long-eared creature for a plow?" John asked me, tugging on the rope around the burro's neck. The burro inched forward on stubbornly braced feet, pushing a layer of mud before it. "Mother bought the burro for the children," I explained. John handed me the rope and left, shaking his head. The burro, as if in agreement with him for the first time, shook its head, too, and set up such eerie braying that 1 nearly fell off the porch. The noise brought Mother and the children running out of the house. The boys started at once to beg for rides on the burro. Grandma took the problem right in hand. "You children can't ride until after your mother has ridden the burro around first to make sure it's safe for you boys to ride," she said firmly. "You don't mean me!," I said knavishly, knowing very well that I had heard right and thinking how stupid 1 was going to look upon the back of an animal that resembled an old fur coat from some mission barrel. I'd be like a 12 year old on a 4 year old's tricycle. "After all, I do have a job to hold down in a very respectable real estate offic
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