Contributed by Lloyd McMullen

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Lloyd McMullen
Bend, OR
Tags
Animal stories, Mothers

This blanket comes from s Florence, Oregon bunkhouse. We acquired this blanket while helping my mother-in-law Ruth clean out barn and bunkhouse.

Ruth had a lifelong fear of mice – so would not be inside with us during the cleaning.

To reassure her that we were in a mice-free zone (I did not know at the time that there is no such thing) I jumped on a bag of blankets crying, “No mice here!” To my horror, the bag rolled over revealing a squirming next of barn mice. Thankfully, I had not jumped on them, I was relieved to see.

My husband had the unhappy task of emptying the bag. This blanket, much bleached and washed many times, came from that adventure.