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cows and cousins
cows and cousins back from a long walk and waiting for my cousin to pick me up for brunch. this cousin is the one i would spend summers with on the farm her family ran...a dairy farm. i loved being there. the openness of the fields of hay, the river where we'd go swimming, the freedom of being able to be out and wandering - away from all the adults but still safe because it was all part of the farm..all home. her dad was my favorite uncle...what a glorious man he was....filled with life and laughter. he could burp louder than anyone in the world. and he smelled like the sun on your hair. now my cousin, she liked coming to visit me, taking the subway, going to museums, swimming in the ocean. we were lucky...we got to have two homes and two lives and two places we were loved unconditionally. i remember such odd things: *eating enough fresh beets from the garden to pee pink *the day their got stuck in a neighbor's and the firemen came to try to separate them *playing tag in the pens and falling face first into the birth sac of a calf *leaning my head into a cow's side as i learned how to milk *picking wild raspberries until our fingers were stained a deep red - and then my cousin's brother ate them all before my auntie could make the pie *making houses in the hay loft and spending hours hidden in that sweet smell, telling secrets and solving the issues of the universe...and boys *barn cats - haughty in their dismissal of us humans *4 H fairs and those apples covered in that red cinnamony goo *late night ghost stories told by my uncle out by the quarry with a fire burning *the sounds of crickets...always arbitrary in when they stopped and started...it was hard to sleep when i went home without them *weeding the garden in the heat, picking fresh corn and eating it minutes later, steamed just the tiniest bit - god the taste of that! but i always felt safe...and loved...and like the world was righted on its axis when i was there - like i belonged. i had such a wonderful childhood. the farm was a huge part of that. i think it's where i learned what love was all about. not just their love for me, or mine for them, or love of nature, but the basic part... You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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I had the good fortune of moving from Toronto when i was 13 and on to a farm....I know of the smells and fun of farms first hand...yup I have my three legged milk stool..It holds its place on top of the kitchen cuboard...Thanks for the memories....i loved climbing the ceaders and going to the top swaying in the breeze and feeling the freedom...hugssssssssssssssssss
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we... That list is one of the major contributors to the difficulty the modern world poses for today's youth - they don't have that list. I had one very similar. Perhaps one day I'll be able to "pull it up"... and derive some long-lost benefits. Solar...
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4/22/2007 3:35 pm |
lucky, lucky, lucky... I loved going to the country to visit my great-aunts and uncles... they didn't have farms, the just lived a few miles outside of town in old farmhouses with barns, one had chickens and sheep and the other ran a dog kennel... I still love a long walk down a dirt road... thanks for bringing back my memories... Not all who wander are lost.
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Just another something we have in common. My fondest childhood memories are of being in the country, on a farm, camping on the Flint River, horseback riding, milking cows, gathering eggs, and I so miss that sense of peace and freedom. I still have horses but not my own farm, yet. That is my dream, to own my own farm someday. I try to give all these expereices to my 4 year old, Maggie whenever I can. I don't want her to grow up not loving nature the way I do. I love to be outside. Great post, brought back my own wonderful memories. Thanks. Love, LeeAnn
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*giggles*...I did the beet thing too ...what wonderful memories and moments to cherish ...thank you *hugs*
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I too spent part of my youth (several years) on the farm. There are lots of good memories - the smell of newly plowed earth; the smell of newly mown hay; the sound of cows mooing over the hill; feel of the sun and cool breeze laying on the side of the hill in the pasture. But then there was also - the itchy feeling of hay down your back in the 120 heat of the haymow; wading through the calf-shit in the 10 degree or below winter morning; watching the barn burn to the ground because the hay was a little too wet when mowed. The Green Googling Word-Nazi Ranger
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4/23/2007 2:52 pm |
You are a very lucky Lady....Cherish those memories!!--Be Safe--Bill I came into this world with nothing, and I have most of it left~~
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farm living is the place to be......sounds like a story in there somewhere..lol “I am not a teacher, but an awakener” Robert Frost
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4/24/2007 8:36 am |
What wonderful memories, WE! (Beets make you pee pink??!! LOL!! Might have to challenge my boys to try that one...) CE "All you'll get from strangers is surface pleasantry or indifference. Only someone who loves you will criticize you." - Judith Crist, crack film critic
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wicked..there was a time where I was obsessed with carrots.. I started having a rather orangey coloring to my skin...*giggles*
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4/25/2007 9:30 am |
We, What a great childhood. I grew up on a horse farm in the summers in Lake Geneva, WI. My brothers and I would build a fort in the hay loft and talk baseball for hours. We would tend the fence in the heat and then retire down to the lake for an evening swim. What great memories you have and undoubtably shaped you into the wonderful woman that you are. Andy
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precious, It's the basics that todays society is missing. Something so simple, yet difficult. I am sure it influenced who you are to this day. With Love and Hugs sweetheart. After all the sex is gone, there is the mind - Lady Hunter / BAB Copyright © House of Lady Hunter 1998-2009
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