Grandma was kind and loved us a lot, and she always said children, "use the chamber pot". In her big house we played hide and seek, creeping up the hall stairs, and down the kitchen one that was so steep. Six big bedrooms we could hide in, behind tSM many antiques she passed down to her son. Grandfather died many years before, so Grandma and Uncle Fred farmed as before. Uncle Fred had many guns around, and he would yell, "you kids don't knock them down." He would tell us tales of the long, long ago, when he nearly shot a man for stealing his horse and buffalo. Uncle Fred had no patience with kids so most of the time we hid from him. On Sunday at three Uncle Fred would say, 'hit the gravel between your toes and be on your way." " Ned Harper 's brook, you can stop and play" meaning we could drown, in his humorous kind of way. Grandma would say don't mind him none, he is just an old bachelor having his fun. When we got home we called Uncle Fred mean, but mother would say he is full of beans. 96