Tike and I did all the things that little girls do. She had a wicker doll buggy and mine was black & whatever material was used. We took them to each other’s place to play. One day Tike wanted to push my doll ,so she was running and tipped the buggy over, so I told on her and she got mad at me. She knew a lot more about the facts of life as she was more than two years older than me.
One time my mom said to me that I should try to be a good example to Tike so as not to do bad things. Don't know how this came up between the two of us, but we had been cussing just for fun when we were together so I said we had better quit. She had a brother who had to drop out of school to do the farm work. In the summer when he was planting a crop or cultivating, we could hear him loud and clear: G** D*** You Monk! or D***You Fly! All this is not to say that we Fisher kids were angels by any means…
The Rickabaugh's moved to Sheridan about '28 or '29. Tike dropped out of high school, and we had a falling out for a while. We picked up our friendship again but didn't get to see each other very much. We wrote letters back and forth. She married but had no children. She died several years ago.
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