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<blockquote data-quote="Jeanne - Simme Valley" data-source="post: 1777582" data-attributes="member: 968"><p>You guys make me think about what my "legacy" will be.</p><p>Remember - I'm born and raised in Rhode Island.</p><p>Lost my husband/best friend/partner/co-worker/lover 10 years ago in October - married 46 years. Crying just thinking about him. I didn't have a lot of time (none) to grieve. Farm must go on. I thought "well, I did all the daily chores while he had a full time job. I can do this. Forgetting, all the "grunt" work he did each and every night when he came home - hauling out the wheel barrows from the show cattle or the calving cows in the winter. All the weekend jobs that took the both of us to do. You know - lots of work needing two people.</p><p>My nephew from RI called and asked if I wanted him to come out and help. He had lived with Ken & I for 3 summers. Best life he ever had. He screwed up and we sent him home the last year and wasn't invited back. So, I told him NO. Then I got thinking. How the heck am I going to eartag & weigh the calves by myself. So, I called him up and asked if he wanted to come out for 60 days for calving. He did. That was 10 years ago next week.</p><p></p><p>My sister & BIL have been coming here since we bought the place. They brought family for Thanksgiving time. Their families have grown and still come. I have nephews and great nephews/nieces that have been coming to the farm since they were in their mom's bellies. We have a traditional week at Thanksgiving where 10-12 family members come to celebrate TG and hunt. My sister & niece plan all the meals, cook all the meals - while I go hunting with the guys. My house is wall to wall air mattresses at night. </p><p>Love my life. Love the fact that all these city relatives get to share part of that life once in a while. They love going to Auntie Jeanne's farm. Come several times a year. Tradition.</p><p>My "city" nephew LOVES his life here. Taking over more and more of the decision making. We discuss everything in running the farm. I am blessed.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jeanne - Simme Valley, post: 1777582, member: 968"] You guys make me think about what my "legacy" will be. Remember - I'm born and raised in Rhode Island. Lost my husband/best friend/partner/co-worker/lover 10 years ago in October - married 46 years. Crying just thinking about him. I didn't have a lot of time (none) to grieve. Farm must go on. I thought "well, I did all the daily chores while he had a full time job. I can do this. Forgetting, all the "grunt" work he did each and every night when he came home - hauling out the wheel barrows from the show cattle or the calving cows in the winter. All the weekend jobs that took the both of us to do. You know - lots of work needing two people. My nephew from RI called and asked if I wanted him to come out and help. He had lived with Ken & I for 3 summers. Best life he ever had. He screwed up and we sent him home the last year and wasn't invited back. So, I told him NO. Then I got thinking. How the heck am I going to eartag & weigh the calves by myself. So, I called him up and asked if he wanted to come out for 60 days for calving. He did. That was 10 years ago next week. My sister & BIL have been coming here since we bought the place. They brought family for Thanksgiving time. Their families have grown and still come. I have nephews and great nephews/nieces that have been coming to the farm since they were in their mom's bellies. We have a traditional week at Thanksgiving where 10-12 family members come to celebrate TG and hunt. My sister & niece plan all the meals, cook all the meals - while I go hunting with the guys. My house is wall to wall air mattresses at night. Love my life. Love the fact that all these city relatives get to share part of that life once in a while. They love going to Auntie Jeanne's farm. Come several times a year. Tradition. My "city" nephew LOVES his life here. Taking over more and more of the decision making. We discuss everything in running the farm. I am blessed. [/QUOTE]
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