Way Back When Wednesday

Another ancestor story.  This story is written by my great grandma on my mother's side.  She is remembering her father who happened to be really, really short...

Our parents really tried to teach us right from wrong and they not only tried to teach us, they set the right kind of example for us to follow.  On day Brose and I were helping Dad haul hay out in the field by staying up on the wagon and as he would pitch the hay up on the wagon with a pitch fork, we would tromp it down so it would pack and not fall off the wagon.

We were near the fence line, an Dad had gotten up onto the wagon to shift the hay around a little bit so the wagon would hold more.  One of our neighbors was just over the fence, irrigating.  For some reason he had become angry at Dad because of the water or something and called Dad a bad name.  I remember Dad jumping off that wagon load of hay in one big jump and was over that fence and had grabbed that man and tole him if he didn't want the beating of his life, he had better take that back.

The funny part of it was that Dad was a very short nman and this guy was a prettygood sized fellow but Dad was not afraid of the devil himself if he became insulted or angry.  They guy apologized and cooled off immediately.  So far as I can remember my Dad never was afraid of anything even though he was small.