Happily married...to the cows!

Excerpts from life on a small dairy farm...

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

For your entertainment...

Here's what happens when you walk behind a coughing cow...

Sometimes you just have to say "oh crap", and laugh at yourself.

Oh...and do some laundry!

Alica: I am from…hay tunnels, raw milk, and mooing hummies. I am from large farmhouses with dark, dirt floored cellars, shelves filled with canned goods and the path worn to Grandma’s house. I am from women who milked the cows, hands rough from outside work, from a quartet of girls, from Elizabeth, Ella and Helen. I am from shelling lima beans until my fingers are numb, husking corn and singing silly songs at the top of my lungs to pass the time. I am from the Buck, but it’s not in the Boonies like everyone says, from Herr and Neff and Harnish and Shenk, from lima beans served with milk and butter, and Grandma’s baked chicken. I am from avoiding conflict at all cost, from trying to please others, “To have a friend you must show yourself friendly!” and “Call if you’re going to be late!” I am from the depression- era widow with 2 small boys, who went to market to feed her family, from the sweet grandmother who lived to see 3 centuries . I am from a long line of traditional Mennonites, 4-part harmony, “Praise to God Immortal Praise” and “Let us return thanks”. I am from shelves of scrapbooks, lovingly crafted to share the stories of life for generations to come.

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