We’ll, that certainly brought back memories of my misspent youth! Spent many formative days milking cows or goats, slopping pigs, fighting off the turkeys, gathering eggs, and, oh yes, forking shit.
I had the smallest hands, so I was designated to put my arm up Geri’s backside to turn the calf - an image and tactile experience I’ll die with.
Love the article and the fact that you connected with a past friend.
Your dad's farm has made me want to be a gentleman farmer all my life. Fond memories of chasing frogs on the Jordan and rats and Mice in the granary.
Lately, I've been thinking how lucky we were to be raised by a group of such great role models: Your dad, Warren, Lon Richardson, Allan Moffat, and especially Dave Horne. "It takes a village". Kid's today don't have the growing and learning experiences we had. Sadly!
The trips to Linder and Wood fostered my love of mechanics. Lon giving me a job at Gillhams got me into advertising and marketing. I always wanted to emulate Dave Horne and I did for a few decades as a home builder. Allan was such a sweet lovely man. We didn't grow up with one father. We had half a dozen or so!
We weren't dumb as kids. Just didn't fit the schedule. Remember the 5am early shifts at Elementary school. I'm a evening person. I don't even wake up until 10 am. That means I slept through elementary school and suffered for it later. Found out there is a medical reason for that and why I was so screwy as a kid.
Remember when one would get way up there in a stiff wind, and for whatever reason the string would break and you’d have to jump on your bike and ride through the neighborhoods to find it?
Love this kite story and the accompanying picture in my mind of you in the furrow attached by string to the kite, your father and brother indignantly hovering above you.
I have distinct memories of you and Steve Blackham from Uintah. I think you were both in my class in 3rd grade. To be fair, I had pretty distinct memories of a lot of boys and the way they smelled of dirt and sweat when they came in from recess. Not having any brothers, this was both off-putting and alluring. Such fun!
We’ll, that certainly brought back memories of my misspent youth! Spent many formative days milking cows or goats, slopping pigs, fighting off the turkeys, gathering eggs, and, oh yes, forking shit.
I had the smallest hands, so I was designated to put my arm up Geri’s backside to turn the calf - an image and tactile experience I’ll die with.
Love the article and the fact that you connected with a past friend.
Many thoughts:
Your dad's farm has made me want to be a gentleman farmer all my life. Fond memories of chasing frogs on the Jordan and rats and Mice in the granary.
Lately, I've been thinking how lucky we were to be raised by a group of such great role models: Your dad, Warren, Lon Richardson, Allan Moffat, and especially Dave Horne. "It takes a village". Kid's today don't have the growing and learning experiences we had. Sadly!
The trips to Linder and Wood fostered my love of mechanics. Lon giving me a job at Gillhams got me into advertising and marketing. I always wanted to emulate Dave Horne and I did for a few decades as a home builder. Allan was such a sweet lovely man. We didn't grow up with one father. We had half a dozen or so!
We weren't dumb as kids. Just didn't fit the schedule. Remember the 5am early shifts at Elementary school. I'm a evening person. I don't even wake up until 10 am. That means I slept through elementary school and suffered for it later. Found out there is a medical reason for that and why I was so screwy as a kid.
Keep up with your prose. I enjoy reading them!
Blackie
Remember when one would get way up there in a stiff wind, and for whatever reason the string would break and you’d have to jump on your bike and ride through the neighborhoods to find it?
Love this kite story and the accompanying picture in my mind of you in the furrow attached by string to the kite, your father and brother indignantly hovering above you.
I have distinct memories of you and Steve Blackham from Uintah. I think you were both in my class in 3rd grade. To be fair, I had pretty distinct memories of a lot of boys and the way they smelled of dirt and sweat when they came in from recess. Not having any brothers, this was both off-putting and alluring. Such fun!
PS Sorry about the kite.
Sweet tribute to your old friend, Hal.