Osky-wow-wow

It was a weekend of reading at our house. Cache always has his nose in a book, but compared to him, the rest of us are hit and miss. Caleb was reading Dragon Rider, Chandler was reading ahead in Harry Potter #3 (after what we read aloud). Tom and I were reading family histories from my Grandma Bingham’s book. We got some good laughs from my Great Grandma Emma Bingham’s stories (pictured). One of my favorite paragraphs:

“There were always nine to twelve youngsters to take when we went to Honeyville and other places. We’d fill up the front seat, put as many as we could in the back and prop the trunk open for the rest to ride in. When we went over a bump, it was the duty of the ones riding in the rear seat to check on the trunk lid to see if it had fallen down and shut the kids in or smacked them on their heads.”

Oiy! What about checking if any had fallen out???? So different than life now! And how about this one:

“One game we played on the way—we’d count cows. The first one to count 100 cows would yell ‘osky-wow-wow’. The most osky-wow-wows would win the game. If you passed a cemetery, the person on that side had to start all over again, having lost his cows.”

I challenge you to play that on your next road trip. Ha! Maybe a more modern version would be counting cars and when you passed a McDonalds the person on that side loses all their cars. But still, I don’t think it would hold up as an attention-grabbing game for long in my van! One thing I learned this weekend? To appreciate everything in your life, read a few family histories!