I’m quite grateful for comments and questions by your followers today. After reading your recent post on puffy pumpkin cookies and seeing your father for the first time in 10 years, this post left me hesitant to comment.
Seamus Heaney’s quote resembled the spooky music in a movie where the actors are about to step into a dark cave, their candles guttering. Thus I was reluctant to jump in earlier today with any glib misinterpretations.
That said, I’m grateful for this supportive community today and every day. Thanks for your courage to discuss this part of your young life.
Yeah, I realize I didn't set this poem up well at all...my apologies and I can understand your hesitation. It needs some work but I'm glad I shipped to see that. Thank you so much Gary for being here and it's wonderful to be part of such a caring and kind community.
I’d quickly add that I saw nothing lacking on your part. Rather, and in part due to no poetic inclinations, I recognized a chance for misinterpretation or over interpretation. (Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look. Methinks he thinks too much. 😊) Four years of graduate study to become a clinical psychologist (I didn’t) might play a part. Life; a learn as you go process!
I wasn't really a farmer's daughter, but we did have a cow, goats, a horse and chickens. My brother and I helped whenever Dad asked. Mom taught me how to sew as well. Great memories!! Love your poem!!
Wow, I love the variety...goats and chickens. :) My grandpa had the chicken farm, us just dairy cows. We would have loved a horse. Did you get to ride your horse? Thank you for sharing Faith and sounds like some wonderful memories.
I love how this post has sparked my own memories of growing up looking after our animals and produce, Julie. I can't claim that we were farmers, but simply a rural family living a self-sufficient lifestyle. A lovely reminder - thank you.
Hi Rebecca, I'm so glad this sparked some great memories for you. I love how so many readers mentioned this. I hope you are doing well and enjoying your walks. (maybe a little short jog here and there) :)
I'm not getting out as often as I'd like - I'd love another few hours in the day, particularly now that the days are so much shorter! Our clocks go back on the 28th - I guess I need to make the most of my outside time between now and then!
I hear you. I think we change the clocks the beginning of Nov. I will say the stars are an added bonus to get me out there! I wonder what I could create in this community to help us through the winter months...I've been thinking...
I'm wondering at what phases of my life did I think clothes with holes was stylish? I know there were times when I did.
In high school I recall wearing mismatched earrings as a fashion statement and going through entire Wisconsin winters without socks? Ugh! Who was that silly girl?
HA! Yes, I see the ripped Jeans now in fashion. It's so interesting to look back the fashion trends and what we wore. I remember rolling up my jeans and wearing red shorts with a pink shirt?! I really have no style and I'm okay with that. I go for comfort these days. :) You are one tough girl— No socks in winter. WOW!
I’m quite grateful for comments and questions by your followers today. After reading your recent post on puffy pumpkin cookies and seeing your father for the first time in 10 years, this post left me hesitant to comment.
Seamus Heaney’s quote resembled the spooky music in a movie where the actors are about to step into a dark cave, their candles guttering. Thus I was reluctant to jump in earlier today with any glib misinterpretations.
That said, I’m grateful for this supportive community today and every day. Thanks for your courage to discuss this part of your young life.
Yeah, I realize I didn't set this poem up well at all...my apologies and I can understand your hesitation. It needs some work but I'm glad I shipped to see that. Thank you so much Gary for being here and it's wonderful to be part of such a caring and kind community.
I’d quickly add that I saw nothing lacking on your part. Rather, and in part due to no poetic inclinations, I recognized a chance for misinterpretation or over interpretation. (Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look. Methinks he thinks too much. 😊) Four years of graduate study to become a clinical psychologist (I didn’t) might play a part. Life; a learn as you go process!
All the best on this autumn day.
This made me chuckle— "Four years of graduate study to become a clinical psychologist (I didn’t) might play a part." thanks Gary...yes learn as we go.
I wasn't really a farmer's daughter, but we did have a cow, goats, a horse and chickens. My brother and I helped whenever Dad asked. Mom taught me how to sew as well. Great memories!! Love your poem!!
Wow, I love the variety...goats and chickens. :) My grandpa had the chicken farm, us just dairy cows. We would have loved a horse. Did you get to ride your horse? Thank you for sharing Faith and sounds like some wonderful memories.
I am a farmer's daughter as well. I am glad my mom sewed! Dad gave me a great work ethic.
Yes, a great work ethic I can relate to as well and I am very grateful for that. Thank you Claudette for sharing. :)
I love how this post has sparked my own memories of growing up looking after our animals and produce, Julie. I can't claim that we were farmers, but simply a rural family living a self-sufficient lifestyle. A lovely reminder - thank you.
Hi Rebecca, I'm so glad this sparked some great memories for you. I love how so many readers mentioned this. I hope you are doing well and enjoying your walks. (maybe a little short jog here and there) :)
I'm not getting out as often as I'd like - I'd love another few hours in the day, particularly now that the days are so much shorter! Our clocks go back on the 28th - I guess I need to make the most of my outside time between now and then!
I hear you. I think we change the clocks the beginning of Nov. I will say the stars are an added bonus to get me out there! I wonder what I could create in this community to help us through the winter months...I've been thinking...
Yes, we both rode the horse. Dad bought her at a horse auction. Silky was her name. I took her for walks in the woods behind our home.
I love that name, Silky. Thank you so much Faith for sharing this memory with us.
About those holes... were they stylish at the time? 🤔
Maybe but I didn't know anything about style. HA!
My grandpa pulled my dad aside and didn't think I should be wearing those jeans around the "help" I think he was looking out for me.
Ahhh!
Thank you for explaining.
I'm wondering at what phases of my life did I think clothes with holes was stylish? I know there were times when I did.
In high school I recall wearing mismatched earrings as a fashion statement and going through entire Wisconsin winters without socks? Ugh! Who was that silly girl?
Reinvention is a core competency!
HA! Yes, I see the ripped Jeans now in fashion. It's so interesting to look back the fashion trends and what we wore. I remember rolling up my jeans and wearing red shorts with a pink shirt?! I really have no style and I'm okay with that. I go for comfort these days. :) You are one tough girl— No socks in winter. WOW!
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I don’t know if I was trying to fit in or stand out!
Now I bundle with the best of them!
LOL! Too funny!
I love this story: Your dedication to your assigned work, your Grandpa's care and attention. Truly lovely discovery about you!