I rode the bus to school. So what, you say. Well, so I got to see where many of my classmates lived. As I recall my bus ride was 30 or 40 minutes long so I saw quite a bit of the countryside. Two of the kids who rode my bus, I think they were twins, lived on a farm just up the road from my grandparents. I remember thinking they were poor, or at least lived in a run-down house. I wonder what I'd think if I saw that same house today. The farm is no longer there. It's been replaced by a country estate, or at least the house has been rebuilt and added on to. I can't remember. Anyway, I remember cows and chickens, at least one small pond and barns that were in disrepair. Did I feel sorry for the twins? Nope. I envied them living on a farm with animals, messy and all.
When I was a little girl my Uncle Rick took me to their farm and put me on the back of a black angus named Casper. I may be making this all up but I think it really happened. Then I may have been 6. Now I'm 46 so who knows what's really true. It doesn't really matter because I have a fond memory of a day like that and that's all that matters.
A few of my neighboring friends had horses. Now I've never been all that excited about horses but I did like riding theirs and I thought it was so cool that they had a farm animal and barns. Yes, I've always loved barns - beautiful barns, run down barns, big and small barns.
One more memory and I'll finish. I remember the smell of cow manure on the wind coming from a farm a mile up the road from us. I liked that smell. I still like that smell. I didn't really know why I liked it but I think it was the smell of "country air". Which reminds me of a joke I won't tell. The punchline is "I love the smell of your dairy air".
Ok, just one more. When I was about 20 I was driving down the road and saw a sign that said, Baby Goats, $50.00. How could I resist? Who could? I stopped, I looked, I bought. The farmer castrated him then and there and I took him home. I told my parents it was a gift to them for Easter. They didn't go for it. I took it to my boyfriends' parents and they let me keep it there for a few days until I broke my parents down. We had William for 1 year and then I had to get rid of him because I was moving into town where goats weren't allowed. Boy did I cry. Years later a friend used to ask me to tell the story about getting rid of William because she thought it was funny how I cried when I told it. I knew one day I would have a goat again. I didn't know I'd have 9 or more but I did know I'd have at least one.
I have more to say but I hate long blog entries so I'll end now. To be continued.................I think.