|Truck dropping coal down coal chute.|
That is not Aunti Jo!
Once when Auntie Jo was very young the truckers apparently forgot to re-secure the access door to the chute. Auntie Jo noticed this strange little opening in the front yard and decided to investigate.
|Auntie Jo, Aunt Eileen, Uncle|
Tom & Mom
Well, she got a little too curious and the next thing she knew, she was sliding down the chute right into the piled coal. The chute was too steep to climb back up and the bin door latch was too high for her to reach. Struggling to escape she soon found herself coated with coal dust.
Realizing the hopelessness of her plight, Auntie Jo began to cry. Her parents hearing the faint cries and noticing her absence began a search and soon located her. Daddy Con opened the coal bin door and found a “little black baby” inside. Pretty quickly Auntie Jo was in the tub and her clothes in the laundry.
This became an oft-told tale in the family. By the time all four children (Uncle Tom, Mom & Aunt Eileen also) were teenagers they had all shared many a good laugh over it. Once when the story came up in conversation between Mom and Daddy Con, Mom happened to say that she remembered when it happened.
These are the tricks our memories play. Mom had heard this story so many times, in her mind she thought that she had been there and actually experienced the event.