An old memory...

It was too late last night to write about this one but I remembered about it today and so will let you in on this! When we first moved to Los Banos because we had to get where it was drier than Oakland because of Dick's Ashma, we lived in a housekeeping room in a Motel because Bob was in school and had to walk there. When we had taken about all of those cramped quarters we could, (remember, we had three children by then!) Bob's Godmother and Godfather were living out on a farm in the area and had a "worker's house" on this big farm. So she asked the farmer if we could rent one of the other houses for awhile and Bob could catch the schoolbus from out there. He agreed and so we moved out to this farm. In the orchard of this farm there were a bunch of white "boxes" and since boys will be boys, Dick and Bill decided to check them out! Katie, (Bob's Godmother) and I were sitting in my living room there and we heard the boys start to hollar and scream and we opened the door and they ran in with a swarm of bees right after them! Katie said, "Put their heads in the sink and put cold water on them while I try and chase the bees out of the house!" She got a dishtowel and started to chase the bees back out the open door and when we figured they were gone, took the boys out of the water and they were covered with the stingers of the bees! I took one and she the other and with tweezers had to pull them all out of their heads with them screaming all the time!!! They did not have any dire effects of all the bee stings but were pretty well covered with lumps for days! They had overturned a beehive that the farmer had for the bees to pollinate his crops!!!! A lesson well learned!