Alice

Alice was hanging her washing out on the line, it was a beautiful day in late Autumn. The colours were spectacular as the trees swayed and shimmered in the sunshine. She loved how the Poplar shook and russled as though they were happy for the last of the sunshine. She was happy too, she had pies in the oven, she had made bread that morning and was roasting a piece of meat given to her by a neighbour. The farm had been her Fathers and she loved it there. His Father had come to America from Ireland with his wife and 11 children to farm a plot that they had been awarded in the early 1700s. His family grew and most of them moved away to pursue their own lives but her father loved this land and had dedicated his life to the farm. He raised 3 children, Alice and her brother Billy and sister Jane. Now her folks were gone. They died an an accident several years before. Billy was 19 now and fully capable of running a farm. Her sister Jane was 10 and she herself was 16. Her Mother had raised her