Stuck

I was around 8 or 9.  I lived on a farm, west of St. Clair.  I had gone over to see Norma Schroeppel.

She was (very nice and had red hair)- a teen-ager who use to baby-sit for us.   It was spring .  It had

thawed.  On  the way home I was going to take a short-cut through a muddy plowed field.  I was

wearing rubber boots, flannel -lined jeans , a wool jacket, mittens, and  a babushka.

My boots got stuck in the mud.

 One boot came off.  Then my shoe came off.  Then my other boot came off.  Then my other

shoe.

Then my socks came off.   I kept sinking.  I couldn't move.  No matter how hard I tried.

 I started yelling for HELP!  But no one heard me.  My feet were cold.    I couldn't move !

I don't remember what happened to get me out of the mud.  I simply don't remember.

But here I am a Great Grandmother now.  So some-one bigger than I  helped me get

 out of the mud.    I am so thankful that someone came.     But I don't remember who came.