Elephant tunnels

This is a story I found in a book of remembrance. It is a story Grandpa tells from his childhood.
Dad was always up at 4A.M. As a boy I had my share of milking-hay hauling and fun times as we fixed elephant traps which dad would fall into. The traps was tunnels we made in the hay in the barn. As the hay was feed to the stock the covering got thinner and Dad unaware was standing over the runnel tugging to get a pitchfork full of hay. Down he went into the tunnel as it caved in. We covered the entrance over so it couldn't be seen. By now the fun was on, dad came to the house and did we get a scolding. He told us if we ever made any more he would take us over his apron. It didn't dampen our spirits, later on we made more and of course dad was the victim again. When we made our tunnels our friends were with us.
The thing I remember most of my parents-is how the people of this country liked my folks and I often hear how people have praised them for their goodness. Mom was always a good cook she had a big breakfast to start the day out right. Mom always has a big and understanding heart to anyone who comes into the home, she makes them feel at home. her words are always comforting and she always looks for the best in people.

Glen Adams