Pigtails & Penny Loafers

By Linda Fritch

I was raised on a farm. My early memories were waking up to the smell of bacon and the sound of my mother in the kitchen humming a gospel tune as she made biscuits and gravy and scrambled the eggs. After breakfast, my dad and brothers went to work and I helped mother with the clean up and then went outside to play. Not once did she ask me, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" She just let me grow up.....

This book is about that sweet time of playing, working, learning and growing up within the warm nest of my loving family on an 80 acre farm in Oklahoma. We were poor but I never knew it. We had everything we needed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linda Fritch
• Release date: Jan 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310642302

Linda Fritch

Linda is an award winning writer and holds five accredited degrees, one of which is in Journalism; and the last being a Doctor of Ministry. She has worked for a daily newspaper and had her articles and stories published in various magazines and periodicals. She has written forty study courses for the college in South Africa; four other colleges throughout Africa also use these courses. She is currently a professor at the School of the Spirit in Shawnee, Oklahoma and is also working with her son David Fritch as a facilitator for Burn 24-7 Field Training.Linda is married to Ron Fritch and together they have pioneered two churches, evangelized fulltime, taught at two Bible Colleges and were missionaries to South Africa for seventeen years where they established a four-year, degree-granting Theological College.Linda considers her greatest accomplishments to be a marriage lasting fifty years, three children, Michelle Pace, David and Chris Fritch all serving the Lord in ministry and music. And she greatly enjoys her grandchildren, Gabrielle and Moriah Pace, who also sing and play piano and guitar and twin grandsons; Isaiah and Josiah Fritch, just over three-years-old with the rhythm already in their soul; and two new granddaughters were welcomed in 2015, Mae Elizabeth and Hosanna Ruth.

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Pigtails & Penny Loafers

Copyright 2015 Linda Fritch

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

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Chapter One

I was raised on a farm. My early memories are waking up to the smell of bacon and the sound of my mother in the kitchen humming a gospel tune as she made biscuits and gravy and scrambled the eggs. After breakfast, my dad and brothers went to work and I helped Mother with the cleanup and then went outside to play. Not once did she ask me, What do you want to be when you grow up? She just let me grow up.

We lived in a square house, which had four rooms and a porch on the front and back. I loved the back porch the best because it was built up and there was room enough underneath to play. Often I had to share the space with the white-feathered red-combed chickens scratching in the dirt for worms and bugs. It was a place to daydream, just me and the chickens and the sun making squares on the ground as it peered in at me through the latticework. Mother never scolded me for the dirt on my dress or my frayed pigtails but told me I best clean up because supper was almost ready.

We had two gardens. One was called a truck patch where the big items were raised, such as watermelons, cantaloupe, pumpkins and potatoes. The kitchen garden was my favorite and especially the carrots. At age five, I would sneak off to sit in the garden and pull up the carrots, brush off the dirt and eat them. Nothing ever tasted so good to me, except maybe the warm tomatoes right off the vine. One time I saw Mother watching me from the front porch, with a smile on her face.

When I was born my older sister, Lois, was nineteen. I instantly became her baby. She petted and pampered me and wagged me about on her hip. Mother told her that if she didn’t put me down I would never learn to walk. She put me down and I cried until she picked me back up. Then one day she started packing clothes in a suitcase and Daddy took her to town where she rented a room and got a job. My heart was broken. I cried and cried, but Mother gathered me into her arms and said, She’ll be back. She’s not gone forever. But now she is and I miss her.

When I wasn’t under the porch, I would play for hours in the lacy shadows of an old elm tree. I would haul out my box of dolls and prop them up around the trunk of the tree.