“Ma ! We’re starving…..what’s for dinner ? Where is she ? The stove’s warm, soup’s made. Ma never goes anywhere — collecting the eggs ?”
“No. Hey Seth, there’s a note on the table.”
Seth and Jed
I’ve brought you up the best I could, put you first since Daddy died. Taught you all I know
about thrift, how to farm, to look out for each other. My joy has been playing my banjo of an evening
Reckon you boys can stand on your own two feet now. So I’ve joined a band called
‘Bettina’s Country Belles’ , we’re touring around the towns.
See you next year.