Bill Boyd, Postal carrier 1910
In life you meet the braggart, the shy, the introvert and the extrovert. Even we are one of the above or our personality is ruled by those guidelines.
After you have lived 60+ years (some of you are old enough to know this) you find that some folk can bore you to death and some can keep you spellbound. Most of us are somewhere in between.
Our friends Tom and Evelyn, from a few houses down stopped by again this morning to say goodbye. Since we are going on ‘vacation’ tomorrow they stopped by for a chat. They will be headed back to upstate NY (Near Rochester) before we get back off our ‘vacation’.
It has been such a joy, just sitting here chatting. He is 81 soon. They have already taken care of the transfer of ownership and finances of their huge farm(s), equipment and houses.
I learned a lot today. One example: He said he even learned it late in life from his daughter. They had switched to Angus Cattle and were losing calves to coyotes. His daughter called him and said I have bought a jackass and need you to pick him up for me. He said, “My daughter had been told by someone out west that the jackass would protect all the cattle, even from buzzards.” And she had heard correctly. The next year we bought a Jenny for the other farm and we have lost no calves to predators.
I imagine ranchers and farmers know this. I can remember Paula used to talk about wanting a donkey for the ranch but never got one. I think she just wanted it for a pet. LOL
I enjoy listening to Tom. He has tales of the Amish, Quakers (Evelyn is a Quaker), Tax collectors, tractors (my favorite). He talks about giant tractors, they have MANY of the big 200-400 HP tractors. Ones that plow and reap up to 24 feet at a time. buying on of those jewels is like buying a house. I can’t think past the $500 1948 8N Ford farm tractor. LOL
They are new friends, we met them just last year. Salt of the earth folk. It is great to know there are country folk, real people, that call New York home. I like Tom, he says, Evelyn is his Ace in the hole. They have been a team.
(Tune in tomorrow for Tom’s story of taking part of the farm to the grave with him)