Monday, July 17, 2017

The Living is Easy.....

...or not.
It is hot hot hot! 


 I remember The Old Farmer taking me out to the garden
after a heavy shower. It had been dry for several days.
He says "Do you think that rain helped the garden?"
Of course I did, it rained hard!
He reached down and flicked off the top of the soil

and only the top 1/8 or less was wet, the rest dry and powdery!



 The weeds are winning the garden wars and
The Old Farmer works overtime hoeing
in the evening and on his days off.
We all do. 

Sometimes on a hot summer evening
when working up a sweat
and we were all hot and tired
The Old Farmer would load us up
in the old Chevy and we would head around the corner

(a country corner of about 1 1/2 miles!)
to the ice cream stand.

We thought it was a treat for us, which it was,
but also that big milkshake
was a big treat for him too :   )


Monday, July 10, 2017

Summer Recreation Programs

What to do with these kids in the summertime!
The Old Farmer, and most of the rural folk, were active in the volunteer fire department.
Whenever the siren went off they all hopped in their cars 
and headed over to the fire department
to see where to go and get the trucks on the road. Day or night.

But this story is about the summer program for children.
Mothers would drop us off in the morning.
We would find our friends and get into the toy room.
This farmers daughter and her friend would get the pogo sticks 
and play on the front sidewalk.
Organized activities were braiding vinyl cord into whistle lanyards 
and making plaster bowls in stone parking lot, 
decorated with strategically placed stones.


Twice a week we got to go to the local swimming "lakes" or  ponds
to have swimming lessons and fun. We had to have a buddy for safety
and periodically the leader would blow a whistle and we had to hold hands
with our partner and hold them up. Hopefully there was never someone 
without a partner. Happy to say this never happened in my experience.
 

There also was a church program for two weeks in the summer. 
A long bus ride would deliver us to a centrally located church.
We got religious instruction and discussion. And mass. The older kids played ball.
The younger may have raced and played tag. And we juice and cookies. 
The Old Farmer's Daughters would enjoy sneaking off to the corner store
for a snack we would savor while sitting on a ledge on the front of the stone church.
We were bad   : 0

Monday, July 3, 2017

Fourth of July Doings



 How did we celebrate the Fourth of July?
Picnics and parades, family and fireworks. 


Childish delight at the city park,
laying on a blanket. 

As we grew older the delight was in our own explosives! 
Playing at home. Spinners hung from the trees.
Sparklers running around the yard. 


And strings of firecrackers going off.
Or set under a tuna fish can to see it pop up! 


And The Old Farmer's inner child would come out. M-80s were played with by the adult men in the family,
the children could watch.
The Old Farmer decided to see what would happen if he put one in the old metal paper box. 
POW! It blew it go smithereens. The back blew out and the seam split open. Oops!

And not to be outdone by the adults the cousins spent the afternoon throwing
the little firecrackers into a hollow in the tree. Several made a sucessful landing. 
Later that evening smoke was seen coming from this majestic old maple tree!
Hoses were brought and the water followed where the firecrackers had been.

 In the hollow and down the inside of the tree.
The tree survived this trauma and to my best guess is still living today.