Papa Said Winona Ruth Gunther

"I remembered Papa bringing me to the general store as a child. I could still see the potbellied stove with its chrome footrests on all sides, circled with old oak chairs where the old-timers sat exchanging stories and jokes. Well-used brass spittoons were strategically placed nearby. This was the gathering place for the farmers and old-timers in the area. "Papa was the only educated veterinarian for miles around. He knew, when he went into the store, he would be giving free medical advice to anyone who asked. He didn"t mind until they tried to treat an animal themselves and waited until it was near death before calling him, expecting a miracle." "The storm intensified. The rain came down in sheets. The wind became a whirling, threatening monster, tearing at our little frame house. Lightning split the sky open, followed by loud claps of thunder. I was glad Papa was home. I was never afraid when he was there. I watched from the window, hoping to see Papa coming back. When lightning flashed, it lit up the whole yard and barn, and I could see Papa climbing the ladder of the windmill. The huge blades flopped wildly in the wind and I could hear the loose chain hit the metal framework. I was so frightened, I could scarcely breathe." Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге Papa Said (Winona Ruth Gunther)