Memorable Automobiles from The Past:
Featured is 1940 Packard, the first auto with Air conditioning.
For today:
One of
daddy’s jokes was about the farmer whose truck broke down and a city fellow
gave him a ride in his '40 Packard. The Farmer didn’t know about A/C and the driver had his on
high. “Well what is going on at the farm these days?” asked the driver.
“Well sir,
I was gonna clear more on the south 40, but surprising how cold it’s got, I may
just kill one of the hogs early.”
Dar
from the farm up in the North woods of Wisconsin said they had just killed 4
hogs, and cuda saved me the brains, since it ain’t on their menu! LOL
I have
said it many times here, the farm never left dad. He loved to raise at least
one hog a year. Yep it seems folks can use everything about the hog, ‘cept the
oink.’
I loved to go to the river to fish
as a kid. At most boat landings there was a sort of general store with some
sandwich stuff. On the counter there was those 2-3 gallon jars filled with dill
pickles and pickled pigs feet. Sherry says she liked pig’s feet, but I NEVER
tasted one.
My
favorite food while fishing was a pint of mama’s pinto beans and a biscuit. I
also loved to borrow a tomato when I could.
I think many times about all the
woods I wandered thru. I didn’t know someone owned them. By my mid-teens I did
start seeing ‘POSTED’ signs. Funny I never got lost, me and my dog knew where
every creek and river within 3-5 miles everyplace we lived. Valdese, NC was
good. The mountain creeks and the Catawba River were close.
I enjoyed
a lot of growing up, I called it exploring (I am not sure I ever stopped!). LOL
When you are close to your dog, it is like having a friend along.
NiteShipslog
PS: Speaking of dogs.......
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9 comments:
I am so happy to hear Sherry's good news, YAY! And, I love all the tales of your youth ~ all of those creeks. We had one, Perche Creek, that surrounded our farm and we could go there after weeding the garden. Fun days tramping over logs and the feel of cool running water rippling over our feet in hot summer months.
I don't recall ever hearing about your Dad keeping one hog! Likely, you made them pets and didn't want to see the butchering! Pigs feet Sherry, not for me, thank you! So, take good care of your upper tract. Love from Chobee, Glenda
Good to hear that Sherry is cancer free! My brother has Barrette's, does not follow any diet advice.
I miss those wandering in the woods. We did crazy stuff there. I asked Mom if she ever got worried when she say two eight year old, a 4 yr. and a 2 yr. old. She chuckled, and said yes. But that did stop up. We chopped down one tree, but it was so heavy we couldn't move it.
Oh those days.
That's a precious meme ... that poor dog is, indeed jealous. Just like our girls when one is getting more attention than the other.
I've over the moon to hear about Sherry's good results. Wasn't really expecting anything else, but it's good to hear from the doc himself. Did you buy her some chocolate ice cream for being a brave girl?
So happy Sherry is cancer free and I saw lots of Barrett's when I worked in the endoscopy unit and no you don't have to return it! Ha! I think you had a wonderful childhood. I'm glad my kids could grow up with my in-law's farm with lots of woods and creeks to explore..also a few ponds to swim in!
So glad Sherry got good results! Definitely not the most fun test prep. Take care, Sheila
That's fantastic news about Sherry's test results!! Today at work 2 people were talking about growing up on farms and butchering of livestock. It was interesting for this "city girl" to hear the tales as it is all foreign to me on how things get done :)
betty
Praise the Lord about Sherry's good health. Thanks indeed.
It is always nice to visit here and read about your memories of your childhood. Thanx Jack. I learn a lot from here.
God bless you and Sherry and family.
Praise the Lord for sure. I'm so thankful all is well with Sherry. I remember my grandfather having pigs and the they were butchered, my grand mother always made pickled pigs feet. He loved to chew on them. Not me, I couldn't get past the look of them.
Great news on Sherry. I know that was a relief.
I used to go fishing with grandmaw. We alway had a can of beanie winnies.
Lisa
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