Memory.

A Utah memory


I can remember a time before Uncle Linn got married and we had a
family reunion at Uintah. I remember Grandma playing the guitar.
Aunt Freda playing the fiddle and Uncle Linn playing the mandolin.
They were playing an Irish jig. Grandpa was dancing the jig and he
was flapping his arms like he was trying to fly. I guess it gave him
some lift or something. Weldon and I were doing the same thing, but
Weldon got too close to me, and caught me in the face with a flying
fist. That put an end to our dancing with Grandpa, because when he
clobbered me, I shoved him on his butt.