The person you're going to read about this week is bound to become an instant "old friend." We have crossed paths a few times here on Cubits, mostly in the Jigsaw Puzzle forum, and I always thought I'd like to get to know her better. I know you will like her to. She goes by the name Sashagirl.
Same here, Deanna. I especially liked the part about Bosco...it reminded me of a time long ago when I was a little girl, maybe 3 or 4....Mom and Aunt Dorothy had packed all us kids into the car and driven out to a country road and stopped to pick the wild asparagus that grew along the grass area between the pasture fence and the road. The kids were all told to stay near the car and not crawl under the fence...I didn't listen and was unaware that there was a great big bull in that pasture and wouldn't you know it Mom had dressed me in a red and white sun dress. I was about 100 feet into the pasture when Mom and Aunt Dorothy discovered me and the two of them jumped the fence and ran toward me, grabbed me and hurried back to the fence....Aunt Dorothy leaped over the fence, took me and Mom rolled under the fence just in time. The bull had been right behind her. They put me in the car, told me to sit still and gathered up my sister and cousins, put them in the care and took us home....I got time out.
I wasn't scared, heck I was only 3 or 4 but it scared the *&^%%+ out of Mom and my Aunt.
Deanna, what a lovely and memorable story. Your work ethic is to be commended even if you did have fun while doing it Thank you so much for sharing your story with us. I enjoyed reading it and the photo's as well. Your little Sasha girl is just beautiful
You ladies are too kind, but thank you for the encouraging comments.
I can guarantee you that your mother felt that same panic that I did, when she scooted under that fence!
Sasha was our resident inspector when we were building that addition. She can generally be found wherever I am, but was "strictly" a Daddy's Girl, when Roger was alive. She grieved for Roger in such a palpable way. Bless her little kitty heart.
You already "have my number"(know me too well), don't you?! You're right about being leery of even looking at this. Do you ever remember sitting at a scary movie and holding your hands over your face, only to open your fingers just a "crack", to see if the scary scene was over? That's the way I felt about coming over and looking at this.
I've never regretted for one minute, growing up on the farm. I am saddened that the economy makes it nearly impossible for young people to break into farming as a business and way of life, start-up costs being too prohibitive.