What Bridget said about the cars driving by on the road is true. We could hear a car coming about a half mile away. If I was outside, I always turned to look and see what kind of car it was. If the car turned into the driveway someone would recognize it and announce to everyone else who it was. Each person that came had some kind of roll call. If someone yelled out "The Schwann Man's here," a frenzy of running would start in the house as we yelled at Mom what we wanted. Mom would then get riled up trying to find money why yelling back at us what we couldn't have. If the roll call was "The Avon lady is here!", it would be a frantic rush to clean off the kitchen table so the Avon lady could show her lotions and perfumes on a clean table.
Sometimes it was the Metal Man. The Metal Man came by every so often to buy old metal machinery off of Dad. Theresa and I had turned an old bailer into our restaurant one time. We scoured the garbage pits for old treasure and filled up the inside of the bailer. The day the Metal Man bought the bailer he and Dad had to spend a few hours shutting down our restaurant. Theresa and I got a speech that day about collecting trash.
Next was the Cattle Guy. I hated the Cattle Guy. He drove a white cadillac. My memory isn't the best but I am pretty sure he had a set of horns as his hood ornament. The Cattle Guy would drive around the country buying, what-else, cattle. I was fine with the cows going, but one day he turned his sights on the horses.
Mary, Star the horse, Danny, Bonny the horse, and Molly
What Cattle Guy buys horses? Not a very good one. He walked up to the horses, put the beer he was drinking between his knees and opened the horses mouths' to see their teeth. I guess he liked what he saw because he bought two of our horses. While I will admit, I was really impressed with his skills with handling a horse and beer at the same time, I was mad watching the horses leave. The next time he came looking for cows one of our dogs peed on his leg. I was so happy.
Walking the cows back out to the pasture after selling one.
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