Dad worked road construction. Sometimes we traveled with him. We would rent a house or a cabin and stay until Dad's job was done. We always came home to the farm but summers were extra special.
I was very lucky. Our neighbors raised goldfish in long metal aerated tanks. Part of my "job" when I came to visit was picking out the floating goldfish. I was allowed to feed them to Mrs.German's cat. During all this fun I decided it just wasn't right to feed the cat RAW goldfish. I presented my idea to Mrs. German. She was happy to comply. She gave me a big jar lid and a fork and allowed me to stir and cook to my heart's content on their heating stove in their living room! Of course the fish never got hot. I tip toed to reach the top of the stove then I would politely and properly serve the cat his "cooked" meal. The cat seems to enjoy the special service.
Mrs. German just smiled. Mr. German seemed to enjoy pulling my braid. I was in trouble many times for slipping away to visit the neighbors without asking permission first. Mother taught me that lesson well.
