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SHE’S TAKING IT easy now, in comparison with the pace she set for herself after her husband died, Mrs. Sisk said.
“There were just some things I had to give up on. I sold my cows. First sold ’em down to seven, then finally got rid of all of them. They were hard work. You see, I never had a shelter to milk in. Just out in the field. And I did it in rainstorms, in blizzards. I can remember the times that I shoveled my way out to where I kept the feed, shoveled out to the cows, then cleared a place for me to milk and them to eat the hay. The public health nurse will tell you it’s all true. But I stayed here, making butter and trying to carry on life. I did domestic work all over, I took in boarders—did that while my husband was healthy, too—and cooked meals.
“It was hard, but I love it. I love this kind of work. And I love my friends and I want to share it,’’ she said.
“LAST WINTER a girl fell off her horse, back on the mountain here. I heard the army of horses coming and Jim Bill walked up to the door. He and another fellow. They asked for a blanket and to use the phone. I gave ’em a cookie while they were inside. Then they told me it was someone outdoors who worked for Nixon and to go out there and give them some cookies.
“So I went outside and passed my cookies around asked if they wanted a little beet wine. So then
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