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We worked for $200 a month and thought we were rich—of course, they did give us the house with furniture and electricity. I mean, that was really an improvement over Arlee. We thought we were in hog heaven there for a while. I actually bought some new shoes and some other stuff.


I was pregnant with Candy when we were there working for Tom Bond. I had morning sickness pretty bad, and I would complain sometimes about the morning sickness.

Walter kept telling me that it was all in my head, that the cows and the horses and the pigs, they didn't have morning sickness and my whining and everything. So I told him, “I wish once, just once, that a man knew what it felt like to have morning sickness.”

One day, he woke up and he was sick to the stomach with the flu, and he said, “It's all your fault! You gave this to me!”


“What do you mean?”


He says, “I've got morning sickness!”


Later on, when it was time for the baby to be born, I was doing the thing that I do the best: I was worrying and anticipating, talking about having the labor and stuff. He brings in all his farm animals, saying how they give birth to their calves and their horses and all that pretty easily, until I got kind of perturbed about it. He was giving me a bad time. I said, “I wish once, just once, that a man knew what it felt like …”


And he says in a small voice, “Please don't, honey.”


He finally figured out that it was not a lot of fun. In those days, they didn't have classes to teach you how to breathe or anything. They didn't have any lessons; you just went to the doctor and they would check you and send you home. You didn't know what to expect or anything. Anyhow, he didn't give me a bad time about it anymore. 

I wish once, just once, that a man knew what it felt like ...
I wish once, just once, that a man knew what it felt like ...