A Week on Granddaddy's Farm: Millie Visits Her Grandparents on Their Farm in West Virginia, a Children's Novel

By Gail Popp

A week on Granddaddys Farm is a historical fiction for children with the setting in July of 1943 on a farm among the hills of West Virginia. It is based on the childhood experiences of the author and portrays life on the farm experienced by typical families living without electricity, gas, or running water. In Millies visit she helps her grandparents and Aunt Susie with chores, such as carrying wood for cooking, pumping water from a well, and picking and canning vegetables. She meets her cousins, plays in the woods and stream, and has fun adventures. The religious beliefs held by the family are evident throughout the visit as Millies grandfather tells stories about his life as a circuit-riding preacher in the 1800s. Her aunt expresses words of wisdom for life that are long remembered.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 22, 2008
• ISBN: 9781462843367

Gail Popp

Gail Popp was born near Spencer, West Virginia in 1935 and grew up with her three sisters and one brother on her parent’s farm. She is a retired elementary school teacher and principal and has lived and taught English as a Second Language in Ecuador and Japan. Gail is a mother, grandmother and great grandmother. She currently resides in her home in Marietta, Ohio and teaches part time at Marietta College.

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A Week on

Granddaddy’s Farm

Millie visits her grandparents on their

farm in West Virginia

A Children’s Novel

Gail Popp

Copyright © 2008 by Gail Popp.

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Grandmother and Granddaddy Boggs and Aunt Susie

Chapter 2

Treasure Hunting

Chapter 3

The Parlor Surprise

Chapter 4

Remembering

Chapter 5

The Paper Hangers

Chapter 6

When Granddaddy Met Grandmother

Chapter 7

An Adventure to Remember

Chapter 8

Canning Beans

Chapter 9

A Visit to Curtis Lee’s

Chapter 10

Unusual Pets

Chapter 11

Canning Corn and Playing Church

Chapter 12

Ancestors

Chapter 13

The Country Church

For my

grandchildren and great-grandchildren

Aaron, Sara, Dylan, Quinn, and Maya

Acknowledgments

I would like to thank my immediate family and friends who encouraged me and took time to read and critique the chapters during the original writing.

I especially want to thank Susie and Rachel Reddish, my nieces, for their helpful suggestions. Also a special thank you to all my extended family of cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents for a lifetime of enduring and enriching memories.

Chapter 1

Grandmother and Granddaddy Boggs and Aunt Susie

It was a lovely July Monday morning in the lush green valley among the West Virginia Appalachian hills on the farm where Millie lived with her parents and four siblings. A late fog hung like a fine cheesecloth curtain over the meadow that lay before the barn, and a gentle creek flowed between the meadow and the country road. A footbridge crossed the creek. I’m going to Grandmother and Granddaddy Boggs’s house for a week, Millie reported excitedly to her sisters, Mae and Belle. Curtis Lee will be there too! It was going to be lots of fun. In her eight years, Millie had stayed for a week only once before.

Remember, Millie, you’re not going as a guest. You’re a member of the family, and you have to help Grandmother and Aunt Susie every day, Mom reminded her. Millie’s mother was preparing to go to the general store and Looneyville Post Office where she was the postmaster and sole proprietor with her husband. They had constructed the building that housed the store and post office; and Millie’s mother, Rebecca, worked there six days a week. The little building with its cement porch and steps stood by the dirt road with its flagpole and single gas pump to the right of the building. Mail carriers met at the post office to receive mail from the carrier who brought it by truck from Spencer, a small town about an hour drive from Looneyville. As Millie and her mother walked across the bridge, Millie assured her mother she would be a good helper. You have to mind, too. Whatever Grandmother or Aunt Susie says you have to do whether you want to or not, right? Mom wanted everything understood clearly to avoid any problems.

I always mind, Mom. Honest! Millie had her suitcase in hand. She was catching a ride with the mailman. It would take about two hours to get to Grandmother and Granddaddy’s up on Duck Run near Linden. It would be fun to help Uncle Ward, the mailman, too. He drove a jeep with no doors, and Millie handed him the mail. Sometimes he’d let her put it in the mailbox, especially if it were a hard box to reach from the jeep.

Give me a kiss and be good, instructed Mom as Uncle Ward neatly stacked the mail he had sorted into piles and placed them in the order they were to be delivered in his jeep.

Let me put that suitcase in the back and we’ll be off, Uncle Ward said. Millie and Uncle Ward talked about the people they knew, the animals they had, the weather, and the interesting stops the open-air jeep made at mailboxes. Time fairly flew, and before Millie realized it, she was at the bottom of the hill at Grandmother Boggs’s place.

Granddaddy sat on the vine-covered porch in his cane rocking chair. He was leaning forward, peering intently. Is that you, Millie? He called to her in his strong preacher voice.

Yep! It’s me, Granddaddy! Millie called back excitedly. She jumped from the jeep and ran to the back to get her suitcase. Seems you’ve got a new boarder here, Poppy! Uncle Ward joked loudly as he climbed back into his jeep.

I hope she doesn’t eat us out of house and home! Granddaddy joked back. Uncle Ward told Millie he’d pick her up next week if she wanted to go back with him. Millie carried her suitcase up the steep hill to the little unpainted house at the top of the hill. Aunt Susie in her long cotton housedress, bibbed apron, and sunbonnet came limping around the side of the house to meet Millie. She had rheumatoid arthritis in her hip, and it caused her to limp when she walked. Her arms were outstretched to receive a hug. Granddaddy held the bowl of his pipe in his hand and waited in his chair for his hug. The sweet aroma of tobacco surrounded him, and the blooming honeysuckle fragrance was all around. His Santa Claus beard was soft and loving