Image: thanks to Louise at The Storytellers Abode
There wasn’t a lot that could be said about the Straws. They were a farming family at the end of the lane down beside our place.
Mr. Straw or Bales as he was known had served in the war and had returned with only one and a half arms. Most days you’d see him hanging over the fence talking anyone who wandered by. Some days if you were lucky he’d hand over a sunflower for that’s what the Straws grew and sold them to the local Sunflower Oil Company.
Bales despite his disability thought himself a pretty cool guy and always dressed snappily.
It was his slow talking manner that attracted the most attention. Where the rest of us spoke in a rapid fire way Bales was very slow talking in fact if you asked him a question you knew you needed a good thirty minutes for him to get out the answer. So on those days we took a picnic and a thermos.