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I read the poem “See Me” and I wanted my grandchildren to know that there was more to me than a crabby old woman, so I decided to write about when we were children.
I’ve always enjoyed writing but never took it seriously. Mostly writing about events that happened and letters
This will give you a glimpse into a way of life that you would never have imagined and to give you a better understanding of what life can be like living on a farm. There have been many inventions and improvements since these days of past. Plastic, tin foil or hair sprays are just a few of the items that had not been invented yet, much less microwave ovens, televisions and computers.
Life was wonderful for the most part. The sky was the bluest, the clouds were the whitest, and the rain in the summer time was the warmest and smelled the freshest. There was an assortment of smells of the barn, the pigs in the pigpen, the chickens with their egg and feather odors and the wonderful smell of fresh mown hay. Wild flowers grew all around us and plenty of wild berries to be picked. We were only limited by our imaginations and in our case imaginations ran wild. What one didn’t think of, one of the other five did.
We were insatiably curious. Always present was the question, ‘I wonder what would happen if…….’ and we had to find out. Living on the farm gave us all a vast knowledge base to draw from for the rest of our lives.
We’re all very grateful and glad to have shared our lives with each other and with our parents. Each and every one was a unique individual person. Our years on the farm are forever etched in our minds and in our hearts and have become the fabric of our being. It was truly a time of innocence.
After we left the farm, I know I had the best of both worlds, being raised on the farm and then I adapted quickly to living my teen years in an urban setting.
I was a stay at home mom raising four children while our family enjoyed all the outdoor activities, mainly boating and water skiing. After 27 years of marriage I became a widow and had to find a way to support myself. I enrolled as a full time student in the same school I graduated from years before learning all the computer programs that were offered. I worked as a temp for several years, unable to tie myself down to a single job always needing the freedom to change course if I wanted.
Throughout the years, I was fortunate enough to pursue any project that interested me. Early on, my best friend was my sewing machine and between us we were able to create just about everything including wedding dresses. I became interested in needlepoint, creating unusual pieces where I replaced the thread with beads. I mastered stained glass and oil painting. I’ve amassed a huge amount of genealogy. I needed to get my old family movie films transferred but couldn’t get the quality work I wanted done, so I went to school at the local college and learned Final Cut. If you are familiar with Final Cut, it is a challenging program, especially for a grandmother.
I do feel that I have been blessed with many talents and have put all of them to good use. Just as when we were kids, a thought comes in my head, “I wonder what would happen if……..” and I always had the chance to explore and create.
The following by Erma Bombeck says it best for me. “When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me.”