

Today is a very special day for both myself and my daughter Vikki.
It's her 42nd birthday and since I get to share it with her it is my 24th. She is twice my age....funny how that happens.
I remember how cute she looked in her little red christmas outfit when we brought her home on Christmas Day. They wheeled me out to the car. The nurse helped me into the car and handed me the baby. It wasn't until we were home and I went to hand her to her dad I realized I had been holding her upside down the whole way home. There are lots more stories like this in my memory bank but for fear of embarassment to both of us I will leave them there.
I have a special photo to post but dagnabbit I can't seem to get that darn scanner to work with the lap top. New fangled contraptions anyway....it will wait.
In the meantime, Have a Great Birthday Vikki!!!
The trap was basically a square box made out of lumber about three feet long We also had some that were made out of a hollow log with a board on the back so the rabbit couldn't escape.
There was a trapdoor on the front and a forked stick made out of laurel set about halfway back. About two thirds of the way back a hole was made in the top to hold a notched stick. A string was attached to the top of the stick and ran through the forked stick and to a staple that was attached to a trapdoor in the front .
We would bait the trap with a couple apples set the notched stick and the trapdoor. When Mr. Rabbit went in the trap to get the apples he would knock the stick over and the door would slam shut and Mr. Rabbit was caught and would soon be simmering in the stew pot.
We caught a lot of rabbits that way. We also caught other animals such as possums or coon. One time we even caught a polecat. I will spare you the details on the demise of the polecat. I never actually saw it but I could tell by the smell it was a polecat.
We would come back to the house on those cold winter days soaked to the bone and cold as cold could be. After hanging our wet clothes behind the stove to dry we would settle down with hot chocolate or maybe some popcorn and kool aid and maybe a checker game or two --a great way to end an adventureous snow day.