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I tried to be "Mrs.
Farmer lady" ... didn't work
07/06/2006 10:57 PM
A hundred years ago when we lived on a little
acreage above the town of Duchesne, Utah, I did the "Mrs. Farmer" thing. I
learned fairly quickly that I was not farmer's wife material and didn't like the
care and feeding of chickens and turkeys, much less the care of their coop! I
said never, never, never again.
Now that I'm old I appreciate the peacefulness of
the farmstead and the sounds of the pheasants and meadow larks.
Maybe I could do that now. Heck, find the right spot and I could sit on top of a
hill, watch the river and still hear them.
At one point (after we returned to South Dakota) Ed was looking for an acreage
and found an ideal spot in Brule County. I immediately told him there was no way
he was going to move me to Brule County. He couldn't believe it and asked me why
not. The only answer I could come up with was that I was raised in Lyman County
and that's where I'm staying. When he asked where I ever got such an idea I had
to admit that I didn't even know I felt that way until the words came out of my
mouth. Where do our loyalties come from? Beats me. I will fight to the death for
Oacoma, but my old heart hangs around over in Reliance.
Our grandson Morgan is having another five-week
vacation from school in March. He attends year-'round school in Las Vegas. Last
year he spent his vacation with us. He arrived with his "care and feeding"
instructions from his mother. The first couple of days he tried to be good and
stick to the rules, but I have too much trouble making grandbabies stick to the
rules. We had too darned many rules when our children were little and now
they've grown up and have too darned many rules for
their children. Mom's Rules don't come to my house with the grandchildren.
After about a week he commented that he couldn't
believe all the different kinds of food he liked. He thought he just liked
fruit and pasta, or something as equally exciting. We were visiting with his
mother one night and she asked if he was eating his ever how many apples a day.
In my true Soud Dakoda tongue I said, "You betcha, but we pud caramel sauce on
them at my house." She about had a coronary.
He only gained eight pounds while he was here. I wonder
if she'll let him come back!
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