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Thursday, February 7, 2008
FUN ON THE FARM
When Mary and I started raising a family, I had wished that our children could have grown up on a farm. I really enjoyed my years on the farm. It provided endless opportunities for exploration and fun. We had about a mile of creek that needed a lot of exploring. I was one of three children. John was 6 years older and Roberta a year younger. We had a brother Edward who died in infancy. Since Roberta was about the same age, we did a lot together. Some of the things I enjoyed as a boy: looking for kittens in the haymow - baptizing cats in cattle tank(they weren't willing) - hypnotizing chickens - trapping gophers - and fishing in the creek. As we got older, there were chores and fieldwork. As I look back, I enjoyed it all. I thank God for those years and learning the lessons of farming and the cycles of life under the care of attentive, loving parents. It was a good beginning.
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Well I guess we could have gotten used to the smells of a farm(can't imagine it though).:) After reading this I am understanding where these crazy boys of ours inherited some different ideas of fun. They would probably find a bunch more if we lived on a farm!
We did have a lot of fun didn't we!Don't forget all of our endless hours of bicycle riding - your red bike, and mine maroon - riding down the drive-way with "no hands".
How exactly does one hypnotize a chicken and then once hypnotized, what do you get it to do for you???
I agree--there's no place like the farm to grow up! I have wished the same thing for our boys. Regarding baptizing the cats, it sounds like you were preparing for the ministry even then!
You also "baptized" my dolls. I remember one of them having water in its head afterwards.
To Marilee - you mentioned his preparing for the ministry. When we were very young, 7& 8 probably, maybe younger, we played church. He was the preacher, my dolls and I were the congregation. I remembering him taking up the offering once and I put a few pennies in his offering plate.
did you hypnotize the chickens before you cut their heads off when we lived on 30th street? poor birds!!!
love-your pride and joy
I enjoyed hearing about the "play church" days. We did that, too. I would preach to my Grandmother McBoyle and my sister, Donneta. I would "give and invitation" for them to come forward and, of course, asked them for an offering!
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