Page 9 - GA Gold Rush

​ ​ ​“Laura!” my Pa called out. “Laura!” he said again. “Are your
chores almost done?” “Yes Pa.” I said. I was still cleaning up the

barn, but somehow I always manage to get distracted. My Ma

is always saying I’m a curious, but mature girl ready for

adventure. I guess I am, but I’m still waiting for that special
opportunity.

Later that night for supper we had venison that my Pa

had got this morning, with fresh sweet corn from our garden.

Mary, my little sister said to me “Laura, look it starting to rain.”
I told her “That’s okay. It’s probably good for our crops.”

We live on a farm in Georgia. We live in a 2 bedroom

house with me Pa, Ma, and Mary. Pa build our house. He built it
of wood, and our chimney is made of stone. We’re definitely not

rich, you would probably even call us poor. We grow our own

crops for nutrition, such as fruits, and vegetables. My Pa hunts
meat for us. For money my Pa finds any job he can to help. My

Ma cleans, cooks, and does the laundry for us. You might be

thinking that I hate living on this old farm, but no way! I love

this. I don’t even mind to retrieve the water from the steam, get
the mules ready, feed our trusty dog Duke, or even wash the

house for spring cleaning. But it’s not spring anymore. It’s

mid-August with mild weather conditions. Being the oldest on

this farm I have lots of responsibilities.
I guess you could call me a tom boy, because I love to help

my Pa grow our crops. We grow cabbage, juicy fat tomatoes,

tall stalks of sweet corn, fat round watermelons, fluffy white
cotton, and pulsing round pumpkins. Sometimes, not very much,

but just sometimes Ma will make a flower bed so we can have