Family Stories-in which Betty cuts her own hair, the car gets a tarring, Howard goes Moo, and chickens go swimming

The following are a few brief stories about mom's family-written on a loose page of notebook paper.  I'm sure she must have shared these with me at some point, but I don't recall them as well as I might-mostly they are additional context for lives that now seem long ago and far away-PL

Mother (Alice) sent Betty to bed for her nap.  Presently she heard a curious clicking sound.  When it went on she opened the door to the bedroom.  There Betty sat with the scissors and an egg shaped bald patch on side of head where she'd cut off all her hair

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We had a Pontiac for many years.  My parents got it before I was born and finally sold it when I was thirteen.  It had a tarred roof and every summer the roof had to be carefully spread with new tar out of a tube.  The tires were thin rubber and had to repaired with a tire patching kit.  It had a divided front seat and Howard (Mom's brother-PL) used to stand up in the back with his head in the crack between the two front seats and go to sleep. 

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When Howard was small he loved cows.  Betty and I used to sit in the back seat with him and watch for fields of cows.  Whenever we spotted one, we'd pull Howard's hair to make him turn his head and look-and he'd say "See da moo!, See da moo!".  In fact, "moo" was his first word, even before "mama"!

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We had an old hen who was broody so Dad set her on a clutch of duck eggs.  When the eggs hatched, the hen took her family for a walk.  She went by the cow pond and the little ducklings all jumped in.  The poor hen was running back and forth all round the pond clucking at her crazy chicks, while they ignored her and went swimming