Cleaning stalls

Dear Dan,

The summer we spent at Flynn’s working in the bard while they were away was one pretty cool summer for me. You were driving on a complete license – not a Cinderella – and mom was spending time in NJ.

In the morning we would decide if I would go along with you to the farm or stay home. My choice. In the evening the same was true if you were going to Stern’s farm for a swim.

That was the summer of the Eastwood Farms “ghost” – poor ghost, I can’t remember his name now. It started as a piece of mail sent to the farm for a name that no one knew. Somehow that turned into a ghost. Then the tricks began.

One day Dave dressed in a goofy shower cap and a long rain slicker to scare someone stacking hay. We could hear the screams all over the farm.

Then one day you decided to scare me while I was mucking stalls and grooming the aisle. I had finished raking the aisle and hooked up the hose to water it down. I couldn’t hear you sneaking up behind me until you got almost to me. I didn’t let on I knew you were there. You grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. I still had the trigger of the sprinkler pulled.

As you walked out soaking wet from the the barn to your partners in crime, you told them “I forgot she had a hose in her hand.” You laughed so hard about that.

You had such a good sense of humor when it came to laughing at yourself.