Inspired by the Superbowl's Ram commercial and encouragement from hometown friends, I'm going to share some of my father's musings this month. A bit of a Valentine to farmers everywhere. I'm also thinking a lot about cows as my Prancing Dancing Lily book app will finally be out this month. Lily was inspired by my father's Ayrshire herd and lately I've been connecting with Ayrshire farmers on line and on Facebook. It feels, in a small way, like going home.
My father grew up in poverty during the depression, but he was always fascinated with learning, always full of wonder about life. He was an artist, starting as a boy and continuing all his life and he was a writer, doing more of that as he grew old, reflecting on the present and the past. I am lucky to have many of his notebooks.
So here are a few excerpts from my father's notebook, for the farmers.
Note: Floyd was his younger brother.
"Floyd and I would go after the cows at milking time. I remember the old cow shed that had part of the south end blown off which exposed the hay loft. We'd crawl up the ladder to the loft so we could see where the cows were located in the pasture to the south. On dewy mornings our bib overalls would be wet to the knees as we brought the cows in. We were always barefoot."
"We would lie on our bellies so as not to scare the cow that was calving. It was warm and comfortable as we lay on the buffalo grass as the sun was shining down on us. The grass had a good smell."
"We talked Swiss-German at home so it was rather diffictult when I started grade school. We walked the two miles to Cleveland for our elementary schooling. In bad weather Dad would take us to school with team and wagon. In the spring we'd always get an hour or so off from our studies to go daisy picking."
What a wondrous, gracious world that was. To always take time for daisy picking.