Growing up in the good ‘ole days had its drawbacks. My Granddad, born in the late 1890’s on a small farm in Indiana, had this happen to him one Sunday morning.
On the way to church that morning, he accidentally tipped over his wagon. A neighboring farmer, also on his way to church, heard the commotion and pulled up nearby.
“Hey, hop in with us,” he said. “I’ll help you get the wagon up after church.”
“That’s mighty neighborly of you,” Granddad answered, “but I don’t think Pa would like me to.”
“Come on,” the neighbor insisted, “If you don’t hurry, we’ll be late for the service!”
“Well, okay,” Granddad finally agreed. “But Pa won’t like it.”
After church, Granddad thanked his neighbor for the help. “I’m glad we got to church on time,” he said, “but I know Pa is going to be real upset.”
“Oh, he’ll be fine,” the neighbor said with a smile. “By the way, where is he?”
“Under the wagon,” Granddad replied.”
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