A lot of stories were made in that back yard. A LOT of memories were made as well... Like being told a banana peel would take the burn out if you rubbed it where you got stung? Being told to pull a board off the shed and see if there were bees in there?? and THEN..... Sprinting three miles home with a herd of angry bees chasing me? I imagined they were RIGHT behind me all the way. Longest distance I had ever run at that time, and I am sure that run would have broken some records... Dad thought it was hilarious, my mom was maaaaad. I DO need to write all these memories down for future generations to enjoy, and possibly learn from! In a few more years I will need a young fellow to help me with the bees. SO MANY experiences to pass down! Most notably, and the HOTTEST day of the year, after a hard day of working bees, getting stung, and sweating profusely.... the SWEETNESSSSS of ice cold rhubarb wine while sitting in the shade and listening to an old man talk about the past, with rapt attention....