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| Song Sparrow |
Posted - Apr 12 2015 : 06:48:26 AM
One of the things I miss most about my traveling musician days is sharing and collecting stories. My music partner, Kate Danaher, and I have always believed that everyone's story is worth telling, and so 90% of our music is storytelling music. Whether they are our original songs or traditional songs from America's vast mixing bowl of cultures, we like to tell stories (as opposed to the "moon june spoon - I love you why don't you love me" kind of song! ). Over the years we've told our own families' stories, but also many we have heard as we traveled and met people who were willing to share their own stories.
SO . . . now that I'm staying at home caring for my family for awhile, I'm hungry to hear stories. How about yours? It can be anything, your family history, how you met your honey bunny, stories of your joys and struggles, kids, work, farm, critters, faith, even tales of your misspent youth! Please share. I don't care how long or short, I'll read them all with gratitude, and I bet I won't be the only one. I'd be happy to randomly pick a story each week and send the Sister who shared one of my CD's - so I can share with you.
This post is long enough. I promise to come back later and share a story of my own. In the meantime, I hope to hear from lots of Farmgirls with stories to tell! Hope and Hugs!
Amy
In every life there is a story, in every story there is a song.
www.danaherandcloud.com
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| Cindy Lou |
Posted - Jun 02 2015 : 10:10:28 AM
Rachel,
Thank you for sharing your story. I love happy endings and your story is in the middle of one!
Susan
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
Mary Oliver |
| BeautifulBibliophile |
Posted - Jun 01 2015 : 3:18:59 PM
Ok - for a "how we met" story...
I was widowed when I was 23 years old. My 21 year old husband found out he had a brain tumor right after finishing basic training in the Air Force. He lived 364 days after the surgery to remove the tumor, which was wrapped around his brain stem like an octopus. I will hate cancer until I die.
The next year, I remarried. It was way too soon, but I was young and lonely. I married a man I'd known since I was five years old, the eldest brother of my childhood best friend. Knowing someone for 20 plus years doesn't really mean you KNOW them, though, and it turns out he was schizo-affective, and he and his family hid this from me - lied to me about it, actually. They didn't want to be responsible for him anymore. He spent all my money, and abused me physically and emotionally for a year and a half before I finally had the courage to get out of the marriage. The only good thing to come out of it was Otis, my first Boston Terrier, who will be 13 next Friday.
I didn't date again for years, and when I finally put myself back out there, it was through match.com. I live in a very small town, and I thought this was the best way of meeting guys I didn't go to school with! However, I'd meet men, go out with them once or twice, and then never hear from them again. It was disheartening. Then one day a guy walked into my work ( I'm a librarian) and he wouldn't leave me alone. I finally agreed to go out with him.
He was 12 years older than me, and I'd just turned 30, so it was sooooo flattering to have this KID into me. He was so childlike, and I found it refreshing, charming even. Six months after we met we married on a cruise ship.
Then the honeymoon was over. I was raising my husband.
He couldn't keep a job, or manage money. We stayed broke and overdrawn. His family hated me and thought that he was too good for me. I kept at it, because I didn't want to get divorced again. I was miserable, listening to him chatter about absolutely nothing all the time, but I had made my bed, and had to lie in it.
Then one day I went to visit my great-aunt, and while I was gone his family came and moved him out of our house. It was like he had never existed in my life. They even went through our medicine cabinets and clothes hampers to get his things out. I never felt to violated in my life. The first time our families actually met was when his WHOLE FAMILY came to my parents house to tell me that he was divorcing me. This was on a Saturday evening. We signed the papers on Wednesday.
Then, a little over a year later, I decided to give online dating ONE more try. Not having the money for match.com this time, I went online to plenty of fish, and found a guy who lived near my work. Something about his eyes told me he was okay. I could see honesty in them. I had put up this silly profile for myself saying I was "Looking for my Jack White." Monty's one line response to me was, "Well here I am."
We met in person, and he took me to the museum to an impressionist painting exhibit. Then we went out the next night. And the next. That Sunday I brought him to my house for the first time. Otis, my dog, was a little skittish of any men who weren't his Grampy by this time, but he took to Monty immediately. I had never seen anything like it. I actually have pictures of their first meeting, with Otis sitting on Monty's chest and smiling his Boston Terrier smile. Otis had picked out his new Daddy.
Almost five years later, Monty and I are still together. We live together, and I love his three boys like they were my own. We've added to our menagerie and now have a female boston and a cat in addition to Otis. Monty has seen me through graduate school, the loss of several family members, and serious stress at my work. Whenever I've needed him, there he is, just like he told me he would be.
"Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing." - Harper Lee |
| Cindy Lou |
Posted - Jun 01 2015 : 2:45:19 PM
I know this is a long one but I've had fun writing it and want to share.
Susan
Bonnie
Cindy
We have a twice divorced friend who divides his life and his stories with a phrase about the car he was driving at the time. “When I was driving the yellow Mustang...” or “When I had the Road Runner...” or “When I was driving the Trans-Am...”
Our married life has been more defined by the dog or dogs we had at the time. Over our 44 years there have been a good many of them, sometimes one, sometimes 2 or more. Each sharing their lives and love. We built our house, raised our kids and retired here and they are tied in our memories. Most were rescue dogs, cast offs, or give-aways of mixed parentage.
Jake was our first Australian Shepherd. He and his sister had been purchased by a farmer to become herd dogs. When they were too much play partners, the farmer passed him on so his sister would do her job. He was an amazing dog, a giant among Aussies, a beautiful blue Merle, close to 80 pounds, with a dignity that fit his size and an intense loyalty. That is when we became hooked.
He was followed by Boxcar Willie, or maybe Crazy Willie would be a better title, who chewed up anything is sight, loved everybody, sat with me in the garden begging for ripe raspberries as I picked and “borrowing” from the neighbors, showing up with the occasional shoe, glove, or toy. One of my favorite Willie stories is the time he brought home their dogs' water bucket, with water still frozen in it. Tired of returning things I said in desperation, “You take that back.”, and he did!
When we lost Willie, within a couple of days my DH was online searching for another Aussie. He tried Humane Society sites, rescue groups and breeders, and finally found one listing that hooked him. Both Jake and Willie were from working stock and here was a possibility. He called, in spite of the fact that they were in Rapid City, SD, 560 miles away! Yes, it sounded good and the pups were now ready to leave their mom. We were on the road the next day!
We took a leash and a small pet carrier and headed out on the quest. One day over and one day back. When we arrived it was already evening. The lady and her kids took us out, by flashlight, to the barn to meet the mother and pups. When we arrived all the pups but two had been spoken for. One looked just like the mother, a red Merle, with a white blaze on her face and four white feet. DH loved her at first sight. The other one who hadn't yet been claimed was called “Big Bertha” by one of the kids. She was by far the biggest pup in the litter, also a red Merle but with no white markings. I picked up the big pup and, wonder of wonders, she pressed herself against me. I have hugged a good many dogs over the years but never had one who hugged me first! I felt like she chose me! We had trouble deciding, and since we would be staying overnight at a motel the lady suggested we come back in the morning to get more acquainted with them before making a decision.
At the motel we discussed the situation. The one DH wanted would most likely be small like her mother, and since we had recently had numerous coyotes in the area , we worried about her being outside alone at night. The larger one might be safer. We usually talk things out without argument but we couldn't make a decision and waited till the next day.
By the next morning we both had decided that we would let the other decide, really no closer to a decision! When we returned to the farm and watched the puppies playing outside we were kind of waiting for each other to decide. Luckily the lady was enjoying our visit and in no hurry. Suddenly DH got a big smile!
“I’ve decided!”, he said. “We’ll take both of them!”
We started the long journey home, DH driving and me sitting in the back seat with the pups alternating riding in the little pet carrier and on my lap. We had probably gone a couple of miles when I said, “ Stop, I think this one is going to throw up!” Luckily we made it in time.
And so the journey continued, with a lot of paper towels for clean up and many stops to give them a chance to get out, one at a time, since we only had one leash. We did a lot of name discussion, neither of us thought Big Bertha would be a very flattering name . The sunny skies changed to a downpour of rain, all the more difficult for the many puppy stops.
By the time we got home they both had names. The smaller was Cindy Lou Who, of Dr. Suess fame, because she was smaller and a little cutie. The larger one became Bonnie Badenuff, anyone out there remember Boris Badenuff of the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon?
They are now 5 years old and we don’t regret the trip, at least not very often! Cindy is now 40 pounds and Bonnie, the big girl has grown to 60.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
Mary Oliver |
| Song Sparrow |
Posted - May 16 2015 : 04:12:42 AM
Wow, Susan I was on pins and needles reading your story! I think many moms have had the experience of a child missing for a little bit, and that horrible feeling. I know it happened to me once, the first time I visited my brother in New York City! I may have to come back and tell that one sometime, but for now let's just say I know exactly how you felt!
Peace in our hearts, peace in the world
Amy (Sister#6098) www.danaherandcloud.com
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| Cindy Lou |
Posted - May 15 2015 : 5:54:12 PM
I'm hoping for more "how we met" stories! But for now here is a different track of unforgettable moments. This memory has been with me for 27 years and Mothers' Day brought it back to the front of the line. DH and I had gone out for lunch with 2 of are children and both have gotten engaged in this past year, so the group has grown by two wonderful people. As we sat there, visiting and laughing this memory surfaced.
It was a busy Saturday morning, no different than most days with 3 kids, aged 2 1/2 to 7. But this morning all 3 were playing in the sand box and I was getting a lot done, knowing they were watching out for each other. I heard voices coming in and heading to the TV and kept on with the laundry and cooking stuff. About a half hour later I walked into the living room and found the two girls,but not their little brother! "He didn't want to come in."I was told. Not worried yet, I just said,"You are showed to watch your little brother, or at least let me know if he isn't with you.He's too little to be outside alone." I went out to find he was not at the sandbox or anywhere else in sight.I called but there was no answer. I ran around the house and the garage, still no sign of him!I called the girls to help me look, by now I was feeling panic! There wasn't the fear, so common now of a child abduction, but we lived in the middle of about 80 acres of woods and swampland. I called the neighbors, my DH
Who was at work about 15 miles away as well as the county sheriff.
"It's the day before Mothers' Day! How could I have let my baby get lost?" Suddenly I felt a surprising calmness, a liile kid wouldn't crash through the brush to the swamp! Then I noticed that his little walking bike was missing, with the woods and brush he could only has gone down the driveway!
As I got to the end of the driveway, DH and the sheriff's cars were coming around the curve in the road, just about there,and DH had seen him first! He had crossed the gravel road and biked into the grassy field across the road!He was found!
Susan
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
Mary Oliver |
| Cindy Lou |
Posted - May 15 2015 : 5:43:54 PM
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| notathreatinsight |
Posted - May 14 2015 : 05:48:23 AM
Great story Susan! I love the "how we met" stories too. :)
Erin
Farmgirl #3762
"It is... through the world of the imagination which takes us beyond the restrictions of provable fact, that we touch the hem of truth." - Madeleine L'Engle
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| Bonnie Ellis |
Posted - May 13 2015 : 10:54:40 PM
Susan: great story! Obviously got the best one for you. Congrats on 44 years.
grandmother and orphan farmgirl |
| Cindy Lou |
Posted - May 13 2015 : 9:27:41 PM
I love the "how we met" stories. I don't know that there is a "one and only" for everyone, but sometimes there is a real mystery/magic to the situation.
Here is our story.
I had been going to college for about a year and a half, going home almost every weekend because of a boyfriend back home. I had come to the conclusion that we were worlds apart, not just miles.
A couple of weeks later I went with a group of girls to a party. A rather quiet guy sat down by me and started a conversation, I don't know how it came up but I found out he had the same birthday as my brother, interesting! He had just transferred from a different school. We talked for hours,he asked for my phone number, I didn't get his. Two weeks went by and he hadn't called. I went home for another weekend, got back Sunday evening with plans to meet some girls for a play. The phone rang as I got in and was ready to dash across campus to the theater. It was him! Like a dumb bunny I said I was glad he had called but I was meeting friends, call back.
AsI dashed across campus it occurred to that he had taken that long to call and maybe I had lost my chance! I don't remember anything about the play. Just minutes after I got back to the dorm the phone rang. We talked for hours!
To make a long story short, we have been married for more than 44 years now and I'm still so glad he called back!
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
Mary Oliver |
| Song Sparrow |
Posted - May 13 2015 : 11:54:02 AM
These three stories are each very special. I love hearing about the winding ways that lead folks unsuspectingly to their heart's desire. Sometimes you see it coming and sometimes you don't. It's the joy of life's uncharted territory! I love reading these stories, thank you so much! :)
Peace in our hearts, peace in the world
Amy (Sister#6098) www.danaherandcloud.com
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| Bonnie Ellis |
Posted - May 13 2015 : 09:09:03 AM
Shannon, what a story. You just have to find the right one. Congrats!
grandmother and orphan farmgirl |
| notathreatinsight |
Posted - May 13 2015 : 07:20:47 AM
Shannon what a great story! I love it! Just goes to show, you never know who's put into your life for a reason.
Erin
Farmgirl #3762
"It is... through the world of the imagination which takes us beyond the restrictions of provable fact, that we touch the hem of truth." - Madeleine L'Engle
http://www.etsy.com/shop/femmepostale/
http://www.pinterest.com/femmepostale/ |
| hudsonsinaf |
Posted - May 13 2015 : 06:04:08 AM
Hmmm stories of how we met our hubbies - how I love them! I always get a chuckle when people ask how my hubby and I met... Let me explain.....
I had finished my nursing school, passed my exams and started working as a registered nurse... yet still wanted to continue working on my Biology Pre/Med degree. I only had two more years to complete it! Since I was going to be in school full time, and work full time, I decided to move closer to both. A friend of mine was renting a house with another girl, and they needed a third housemate. I decided to go for it, as I could walk to my classes from the house, and it was a five to ten minute drive to the hospital. Shortly after moving in, I met the other roommate and her boyfriend. The four of us enjoyed hanging out, though I didn't have many days off. A couple months later, I was in a really bad accident, after hitting a deer. I was on medical leave from work, and all of a sudden had LOTS of time on my hands. The four of us were constantly together. We started meeting some of the boyfriend's other friends from the military (he was active duty), and I started hanging out with him and his coworkers. Fishing and the shooting range were some favorites. We also all had lots of serious religious conversations! Anyways, a year after i had moved in with the girls, the one roommate and her boyfriend broke up. Shortly after, she and I started renting another house together, as the other roommate went to Australia to get her master's degree. A couple weeks after we moved, the ex boyfriend called looking for my roommate, but she was out of town for work. We ended up chatting about the really bad night he had at work the night before, and then he asked if I had eaten dinner yet. I told him no, so we met at AppleBees to chat more and get something to eat. A couple other guys from his work joined us, and I didn't think about it much. A couple weeks later, he called saying he had gotten a DVD that he thought I would enjoy, called City Of Angels. Since we didn't have a DVD player, it would have to be watched in his apartment. I asked my roommate if she wanted to go, and she said no, so after my math lab, I headed to his apartment to watch the movie. During the movie, my cell phone rang. I had only had it for a couple days, so hearing it startled me, causing me to know my RED wine on his WHITE carpet!!!! I ignored my phone and started scrubbing his carpet. He reassured me it was okay and I checked who was calling... it was my roommate. I called her back and she started screaming at me. Totally taken aback, I tried to figure out what she was upset about. She hung up on me, and I burst into tears. He and I started watching the movie again, to try to distract my mind, when about five minutes ager, she burst into his apartment. They started arguing, so I left and headed to my parents, about 30 minutes away, to get away from the drama that was unfolding. Long story short, he ended up following me. Five weeks later, Brad and I were engaged... a little less than a year later, we were married. That was a little over 12 years ago!
~ Shannon
http://hudson-everydayblessings.blogspot.com/ |
| notathreatinsight |
Posted - May 13 2015 : 05:25:09 AM
Thank you, Bonnie. And thanks for sharing how you and your husband met. :)
Erin
Farmgirl #3762
"It is... through the world of the imagination which takes us beyond the restrictions of provable fact, that we touch the hem of truth." - Madeleine L'Engle
http://www.etsy.com/shop/femmepostale/
http://www.pinterest.com/femmepostale/ |
| Bonnie Ellis |
Posted - May 12 2015 : 07:48:52 AM
Erin, what a sweet story. Sometimes people are just meant to be together. My husband and I met when I was a sophomore in high school and he was my counselor at church camp. later I saw him at my church. My folks had tickets to see "the diary of Anne Frank" a live play. I surprised my mom by asking him. Then he asked me out. We got married when I was 19 and have been married 53 years. I hope you two will have the same blessing.
grandmother and orphan farmgirl |
| notathreatinsight |
Posted - May 12 2015 : 05:56:31 AM
Here's the story of how I met my husband, Jason, and the circumstances that threw us together.
People always ask how we met, and I have to say it was through my ex. They both worked together at Starbucks. That sounds like some drama, but really it wasn't. We met at a party that a few Starbucks employees were having, and I remember thinking, though I was with the other guy at the time, that I was going to marry Jason. I just knew it. But I'm not a big flirt, and even though I had this feeling, I wasn't sure why, and I wasn't going to do anything about it right then.
I broke up with the other guy a few months later. I also had to move (unrelated to the break up), and I moved in with a girl I worked with. She rented me a bedroom in her house, but I had all of this photography equipment that was hanging out in my little bedroom taking up a lot of space. Jason called me one day. He told me he got my number from the other guy. He wanted to know if I could teach him how to develop photos, and possibly store the equipment in his basement. He had an idea to go around the country in our little corner of Indiana, and take pictures of abandoned barns and farmhouses. I told him it would actually help me out to store the equipment at his house, so I brought it over there. We unloaded it, and then we both forgot all about it.
A couple months later, it was November 4 2005, he called me to invite me to his stepdad's woods for a little Indian summer get-together. It was insanely mild that night, just beautiful weather. I was sitting at home doing nothing, and completely out of character for me, I said I would go. It was really nice. There was a fire, I brought red wine, we were taking a paddle boat out in the pond... Then his brother decided to have a little wrestling match. Apparently, this is a thing. Jason is the oldest of three brothers, and the youngest feels the need for some playful retaliation from time to time for.... whatever happens when you're a kid and you're the youngest.
So they start wrestling. Jason is wearing hiking boots. At one point his feet are planted pretty firmly in the ground, and his brother twists him... and there's a crack. I heard it. It was horrible. An ambulance was called, and I followed them all to the hospital, not really sure if I should be there or not, but encouraged by the leg-breaker's wife to come along. I stayed even after everyone had left, and when he was released I went over to his house to clean it for him. He was on crutches with a boot, and he had a rod put in his leg. I kept coming over to help him and just to hang out. I didn't know at the time that that was our first date, but he insists it was, and I just roll with it. Seven months later we were married.
I feel I should add that the leg-breaker and wife are two of the best people I know. They are my kids godparents. They come over for dinner all the time. We go on vacation together. We are very close to them, and love them dearly!
Erin
Farmgirl #3762
"It is... through the world of the imagination which takes us beyond the restrictions of provable fact, that we touch the hem of truth." - Madeleine L'Engle
http://www.etsy.com/shop/femmepostale/
http://www.pinterest.com/femmepostale/ |
| Audra Rose |
Posted - May 11 2015 : 6:40:13 PM
He's not a kissy guy, but he is my rock. It was easy to surprise me- I wasn't expecting anything special that year.
Doxie Mom - Everyone loves a Weiner!
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| Song Sparrow |
Posted - May 05 2015 : 06:05:24 AM
Hi Vanessa, I love this story! What a guy! When you think about how many details he had to take care of to pull the surprise off, it's amazing. He must be crazy about you. I especially love how he got your boss involved, it added a dramatic touch to everything. Was he always so romantic?
Peace in our hearts, peace in the world
Amy www.danaherandcloud.com
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| Bonnie Ellis |
Posted - May 04 2015 : 8:16:59 PM
Vanessa: What a sweet story. And your husband is definitely a keeper.
grandmother and orphan farmgirl |
| Audra Rose |
Posted - May 04 2015 : 12:08:20 PM
Ah, well, one more story (and it is my favorite). I was at work in mid-June several years ago when my boss called me into her office. She took a breath and said, "Vanessa, I'm going to have to let you go." I was a bit stunned (my mouth may even have dropped open). I'd been working there for quite a while, and was over the probationary period when they could dismiss me for any reason.
Then she continued, "I'm going to let you go to Las Vegas with your husband for your anniversary!" Then I turned around, and there was my husband and all the other ladies in the office crowded around her office door, enjoying the excitement.
My husband, who wanted to surprise me for our 25th anniversary, contacted my boss secretly, arranged for vacation time for me, then swept me out of the office and off to Vegas. My daughter packed clothes for me. I never imagined when I woke up that morning that we would be gawking at neon lights that night. He also took me to the Grand Canyon Skywalk, which had just opened.
Because of this surprise I love him, in spite of his many faults.
Doxie Mom - Everyone loves a Weiner!
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| Song Sparrow |
Posted - May 04 2015 : 10:50:03 AM
I thought I'd share another little story with all of you. This one is about a chance encounter that really had an impact on me, that occurred back when the financial recession was in full swing. My music partner, Kate and I were one the way home from playing at a county fair in southwest Virginia. It had been an amazing fair, the organizers and local people were full of hospitality, and we got to spend some quality time with my idol, Mr. Marty Stuart, who was the music headliner. So we were in high spirits heading back, traveling on Virginia Route 58. We had always traveled by map before, but had recently invested in a GPS, so we pulled off the road to double check that the thing was working. Right in front of us was a young man and woman with a little child, sitting next to an old hatchback car which had seen better days. The hatchback was open, and they were selling all kinds of little things, including a pretty ladies' pink and white dress which hung from the back of the car. We said hello, and talked a little bit, and during the conversation we realized this was a young family that had fallen on hard times, and these were some of their possessions that they were selling to try to get by. Kate and I each bought something that we didn't really need, wished them well, and headed back into the truck. As we started up the road again, we were both silent, and when we did finally speak, we were both in tears. Both of us felt broken-hearted at the plight of this poor young family. We talked about it for awhile, and Kate mentioned that as she pulled back out onto the road, she saw the pretty pink and white dress swaying in the breeze, and would never forget that sight.
That young family and their troubles haunted both of us and stayed in our prayers. About 6 months later, I wrote a song about it, called "The Pink And White Dress." It became one of our most popular songs, and every time we play it, we feel the same as we did that day. I only hope that young family found some good luck along the way and is in better circumstances today.
That's one of my stories, sure would like to hear one of yours . . .
Peace in our hearts, peace in the world
Amy www.danaherandcloud.com
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| Cindy Lou |
Posted - Apr 29 2015 : 7:13:50 PM
Thanks ladies, I had Rosie for about 3 years but she ate some nightshade plants that had been missed in the pasture and didn't make it. I still have a batt of her wool, have never made a quilt with it but hope to some day. I believe I have a picture of me feeding her, but it's buried in a big box I inherited remembering this may get me to do some sorting!
Susan
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
Mary Oliver |
| Song Sparrow |
Posted - Apr 29 2015 : 3:42:15 PM
Hi Susan, and thank you for another wonderful story. I can picture you as a little girl discovering your daddy's gift in the back seat! Rosie the lamb was a lucky little thing. Not only did she have the humans in the family looking out for her, but Tuffy the dog was too. Such a sweet heartwarming story -- thank you so much!
Peace in our hearts, peace in the world
Amy www.danaherandcloud.com
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| Bonnie Ellis |
Posted - Apr 28 2015 : 9:30:31 PM
Wow, Susan, what a special experience, no wonder that you couldn't forget it. How long did you have the lamb?
grandmother and orphan farmgirl |
| Cindy Lou |
Posted - Apr 27 2015 : 7:55:20 PM
Oh, Annie, what an amazing story! Thank you for sharing something so intense and personal. I am so sorry about what happened to Victor, but there may have been peace for him knowing he had told you how he cared for you. Maybe being unable to communicate his feelings led him to try drugs.
Here is a childhood story.
I was about 4 years old. My Mom had stayed home from church with my little brother, but Dad dropped me off at Sunday School. He stopped at the local cafe for a cup of coffee while he waited for me. After Sunday School was over my teacher walked me out to the car and was waiting with me. I was a little upset when he wasn't there right away, but when he got there Dad was grinning. I got in and he said that there was something for me in the back seat. I peaked over the seat and then dived over! There on the floor was a tiny lamb, wrapped up in an old towel. Dad had been talking with a neighbor at the cafe who said he had a ewe that wouldn't accept her new lamb and that he didn't have time to try to hand-feed it, so Dad had offered to take it and had stopped at the neighbor's farm.
When we got her home, mom got out a baby bottle and a box for her to stay in behind the heating stove. I named her Rosie, because her nose was a bit pink. My Dad got me a pink dog collar for her. She needed coaxing at first but thrived with the bottle feeding and attention. She had the run of the yard during the day and a pen in the barn at night.
A month or two later a salesman had stopped at our house to talk with Dad, parking near the house. When he was ready to leave he started to back up, not noticing the lamb behind his car. Tuffy, our big German Shepherd, charged across the yard from near the barn, hitting the lamb with her shoulder and knocking her to safety!
Susan
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
Mary Oliver |
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