Grandma's House & Music

I was listening to music on myspace today and I came across this really old time country-gospel singer. My friends all think I hate country. Guess what?! I do! Well, except for country-gospel music. My grandmother used to play her guitar and sing to us all of the old-time gospel music and sometimes it's like I can still hear her play when I think about how happy I was when she would play and I would sit on the floor in front of her with all of my cousins. She was really good too. She used to win contests playing her guitar and harmonica and singing. I think about it and I am not a country girl, but those years sitting on my grandparents porch out in the middle of Bennington watching Chester across the street wave at every Amish and buggy that went by and gazing out at the rolling hills of farm land and trees, I felt so much peace.
As a little girl I didn't mind running around the farm with all of my cousins who just happen to be all boys. I have so many hilarious stories to tell. Once we had the grand idea of sneeking out at night and running through the muddy wet field and into the neighbors yard to steal their dog. First of all, their dog was so stinking mean I have no clue why we got the idea to steal it other than we had nothing better to do. But one of my cousins ended up getting stuck in the barbed wire fence and he ripped his shirt when we managed to get him free. We hadn't noticed that the neighbor's dog wasn't on its usual lease. We ran so fast back to my grandparents house screaming. We woke up the entire house and we got into so much trouble walking into the house covered in mud with our clothes ruined. Our punishment was that we had to stack and cut wood the whole next day. The worst part was being made to gather the eggs from the chicken coop. I always wanted to cry because the rooster was out to kill me. The chickens weren't scary, but that rooster was of the Devil.
The few months when my family lived in my grandparents house, I will never forget. We were soooooo bored. We all thought that the tiny pentecostal church was haunted, so we would all sneak over to it and dare one another to go and stand down in the basement. Once, we all went down together and the lights whent out. We ran out of that church like someone was out to kill us. The neighbors all on that street just watched us from their porches and laughed.
Once, my cousins somehow got a hold of a bb gun. They decided it would be cool to play target practice with cans. They got bored of that and started shooting the barn. Let's just say one "bounced." WOW, they got so much in trouble and I just laughed!!!
There was this one night when my uncle and granparents told us all these stories about Bigfoot. We all went to bed trying to be cool but we all could barely sleep that night and we kept whispering to each other across the room "do you think there really is a Bigfoot?" That next morning we went on a walk back on this old road in the woods with my dad and we stood really close together and didn't say a word. We kept looking up into the wooded hills. Everytime we heard a branch break one of us would ask "did you here that?" followed by lots of "yeah, yeah, I heard it, did you?" When reached an old barn way back in the woods, my dad decided he wanted to go look at it, so we all followed. We all weren't paying attention where we were going and one of my cousins flipped over a small board that was on the ground when he walked over it. I stepped on it and this strange feeling went through my foot. I went to take a step and the board went with me. My dad noticed first and told me to stop moving. I looked down and a nail was sticking out the top of my shoe. He had to pull the nail and board out. It seriously didn't hurt at all, but I thought I was going to pass out I felt so sick. My cousins started to all flip out and my dad picked me up and started carrying me. we stopped after just a few minutes and he took off my shoe and yeah, I won't go into details. But, my cousins' faces all went white and one of them leans over to me and goes "Bigfoot smells blood." I started crying! My dad knew he couldn't carry me all the way home so, Josh, Matt, and Mark all ran to my grandparents house and brought back my grandpa with the truck. The whole time all we could think about was that Bigfoot was out there. :)