I so enjoyed this, Gail. Something about you sharing about your family really resonated with me and delighted me, bringing me joy. This blog was like a country western song and music to my soul! It addressed the three main themes included in most every country western song:
"...love and relationships, hard work and the working class, and rural life and the American landscape." (AI generated) (I'm thinking babies and tractors and a mother's love... maybe you have a long, black train story to tell someday 🤣)
I gained the great experience of using farm equipment and gaining life skills around mammals much larger than I when I spent summers in Kentucky with my farmer relatives. Your blog brought back cherished memories except for that stubborn old attack goat and a rooster that gave me PTSD. Diving under a bush at 5 years old didn't stop the ambush, but my screaming and my Mama did!
Well, I don't have any train stories to tell...and I can't talk about attack goats, although someone once did pay us with a pair of goats. The goats ate my roses and were just generally Trouble -- capital "T" intended!
I so enjoyed this, Gail. Something about you sharing about your family really resonated with me and delighted me, bringing me joy. This blog was like a country western song and music to my soul! It addressed the three main themes included in most every country western song:
"...love and relationships, hard work and the working class, and rural life and the American landscape." (AI generated) (I'm thinking babies and tractors and a mother's love... maybe you have a long, black train story to tell someday 🤣)
I gained the great experience of using farm equipment and gaining life skills around mammals much larger than I when I spent summers in Kentucky with my farmer relatives. Your blog brought back cherished memories except for that stubborn old attack goat and a rooster that gave me PTSD. Diving under a bush at 5 years old didn't stop the ambush, but my screaming and my Mama did!
Well, I don't have any train stories to tell...and I can't talk about attack goats, although someone once did pay us with a pair of goats. The goats ate my roses and were just generally Trouble -- capital "T" intended!