Farm stories
A Sunday walk to the wild roses (the story starts here)
After a big Sunday chicken dinner, Agnes stacks the dishes and walks the crooked old road to a stretch of wild roses she loves. Standing among the sweet-smelling roses she feels like singing, thinks of her mother, and decides to sing a beautiful hymn in the Bohemian language. The tape ends before the hymn.
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That is the end of this story.
What Agnes says
Words in light grey italics were hard to hear, so they may not be exact.
Well, now I'll tell you a new story that happened to me. Oh, I loved outdoors, you know. And one Sunday after feeding the family with chicken and dumplings and gravy and everything, I stacked the dishes in the sink, which I usually do, and then I went down the road amongst the woods.
And this was kind of a main road, but it was crooked. Well, since then, of course, that's many, many years ago. Since then, they straightened out the road, and the crooked road is still there. Now even trees are grown in it and in the ditch and that.
Once in a while, I go there and reminisce about what happened. Well, this one particular Sunday, it was just beautiful, and wild roses. I got a certain spot there about maybe two rounds long, and along the ditch and everything.
It was just beautiful rosy roses, smelled nice and everything. So I thought, I'll go see them. And I got to the roses, I felt like singing. And so I said, so why not? There's nobody around. So I thought of my mother.
She was dead already then. And I said to myself, boy, here I could sing that beautiful hymn in bohemian language that I used.