Yes, that's me all dressed up for egg gathering at the tender age of two. Gosh, I can't even reach the eggs on the top row!

Dad made egg pails from old paint cans filled with straw. Every day, twice a day, we took turns gathering the eggs. By "we" I am referring to my sister and two brothers. But since I'm the oldest, well, I led in egg supremacy.

What we couldn't eat, mom sold in town for 25 cents a dozen. Boy, free range farm eggs are a lot more expensive now. Ya, the good ol' days...


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