How nice to hear the radio in the background. Where my PC is located I can open the front door and listen to my grandkids playing in their yard and all animals you would ever want to hear and softly in the kitchen is the radio playing.
I have lived in the country ALL of my life, no city dweller here, ever....Kent is originally from Dallas and that to me is just weird. I can't imagine living where you walk outside and have no privacy. I love the area we live in and the area I came from, when ever I go back home it still feels good.
Mom and Doe's house has been sold but to family members so I feel like anytime I want to visit I can stop by and just get a house hug, Granny and GranPa's place has been gone a long time the barns are still standing and I love to go just walk by them and remember how much I hated her chickens, but loved the routine of gathering eggs and feeding the hens. So much of that way of life, my grands will never know.
My father in law has cows, but they are not the gentle beast that GrandPa had. Ferdnand was the bulls name and he was a huge hereford, he would let you sit on him.
I would ride the tractor with GrandPa and his dog Mutt. GrandPa tied a piece of carpet on the hood of the Int. Harv. tractor and me and the dog would help him shredd the pasture for hours. Never thought about the danger, I was just with my GrandPa and Mutt.
We lived across the pasture from them so I have tons of memories of them.
Our childhood friend Milton......
Milton and Jackie built a cabin in the woods and they would allow me in it but not much. Granny helped them with the decor. She would just let them do anything, but then Jackie was her favorite. Me and Milton just got stuck out in the cold when it came the Granny.
One time we three went to the creek behind Uncle Roy and Aunt Sis's house, they had managed to get a rope over this awesome limb and we could swing way out over the creek and run up the side...OMG it was fun...Well you know back then the preachers would come visit. That day was not a good day to be impressing the Saints of Woosley, because we got caught coming out of the creek with mud slung from asshole to appetite. Doe's old Chevy truck, " The Apache" was our mode of transportation and it too was covered. Mom and Doe just shook there heads but never made us feel bad about being kids.
Another memory I have is at the kitchen sink. After supper Jackie would wash, Milton would rinse and I would dry the dishes ( no dishwasher) It would be HOT in that kitchen and one time Milton took the dish rag and wiped his face and head from sweat then gave it back to me and I finished drying the dishes. Mom never said a word but I remember Doe hollering at him for it, never thought nothing about it.
Then there was that damn shetland pony..........he hated Milton!
