Viewing post #700830 by sunfarm
|After consideration of the prom dress, I was wondering if anything else had accompanied me through life for even longer. Here's what I found:
My father was a range examiner for the US Government, working mostly in the Intermountain West. He started bringing home to me when I was a very young child. in Salt Lake City, interesting rocks that he had found in his travels, He was transferred to Washington,DC, the same month in 1958 that I started college in Ohio. Since my family was being uprooted, I was allowed a small carton to fill with whatever I wanted ( in addition to clothes, personal items, etc.)
I chose the best of the rock collection. The box followed me through several moves to Ohio, Georgia, and Indiana as a college student then young mother. It landed in a chicken coop in Texas for several years at my then-husband's parents' place as we prepared to divorce As a part of my testimony about giving up things I wanted in favor of his wishes for 13 years, I mentioned the box of rocks. The judge said something lame like "Maybe he didn't know you were interested in geology" Heck, it was my college major when we met!
The rocks were returned to me as "premarital property," stayed in the garage after II remarried, and we sold our house in the city after 30 years.. The rocks came to the farm when I retired and are spread in the garden outside the kitchen window. I doubt anyone will ever wonder how metamorphic rocks got into a Kentucky garden, but I know and now my readers do.
Living sustainably comes with learning to see the world in a new way.