I envy you folks with lots of land. I’m land-locked in a city and I think I’m really a homesteading girl at heart. I had relatives who were farmers and we went there often while I was growing up. I even learned to make a true pig grunt–they used to run up and down the fence line after me when I’d do that! Too much fun–my kids think it’s hilarious to listen to me do "the grunt" now. Side show stuff, you know. My Aunt Lillian raised all kinds of vegetables we were able to eat; she always had fresh eggs too. Loved getting the double yolks–if you got a double-yolk egg, you were the lucky one. Her husband, my Uncle Wayne, grew sweet corn in addition to raising the hogs. Durocs. I remember when it was time to harvest the sweet corn, I’d get my own ear and sit down right there and eat it raw. So sweet and good–never had trouble with eating it raw, either, in spite of Mom’s worries. We also had freshly butchered pork from those Durocs–I haven’t had pork as good as that since. Then my dad’s uncle died when a fuel tank he and his son were repairing rolled off the stand onto him and crushed him. A few years later, their son, Bud, had a brain aneurysm and died. I’ll never forget walking into the hospital with my dad, seeing Bud’s otherwise healthy body lying on the bed a while before they pulled the life support. We lost touch over the years after that–I don’t know why, really. I don’t even know if the farm is still in my father’s cousin Wendy’s hands. But I have many other memories of time spent on that farm. I think I’ll record them here. Maybe I’ll realize my wish for more land sometime, too.
Until next time…Amy
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