Since everyone is posting on Granddaddy, I thought I'd add a grandchild's perspective. I'd love to see my cousins' stories too.
My memories of our visits were mostly down on the farm. We'd drop Howie off at the edge of the woods with the .22 rifle and I'd ride around the farm with Granddaddy and feed the animals. The back seat floor and bed of the truck always had all kinds of junk in it; it was definitely a work truck. I remember going out to the pump and Granddaddy getting a bucket of water. Then he'd pour the water down one of the rat holes in the pig area and Howie would shoot the rats as they came running out of the other holes. I also remember playing the goats and even trying to ride the male goat. As much as I hear told about my bareback hog rides, I really don't remember them.
I do remember one spring or summer going with Granddaddy to pick up some pigs. We got a handful of adults and a few piglets. One pig had gotten his head stuck in between a couple of boards and made such a horrible sounds. I ran all the way up the dirt drive to the road. Howie came out later and got me. I remember my cousins and I getting in the trailer and playing with the piglets later on in the day.
I'm surprised noone said anything about hog slaughtering days. We used to go out and lasso the hogs, but weren't allowed to lasso them on the day before because the adults didn't want us spooking them. Does anyone else remember playing with the bladders with pike sticks? Hahaha
How about shelling peas or snapping beans and watching Hee Haw?
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Mom and Dad
I know I'm a little late posting on this one, but what the heck.
My Dad was VP of Sales at Seaboard Memorials Monuments. Yep, he sold tomb stones. I remember some times going in on a Saturday with him and watching cartoons while he did a little extra work and eating green, mint hard candies. Their sandblaster, "Hawk", used to let me set up the letters and make my own stencils. I remember the summer that they built the new shop and Dad coming home exhausted, usually wearing a sleeveless shirt and then having a PBR. He used to let me have a sip every now and then. I even worked there the summer I was 15, doing grounds work.
Mom has always been a secretary/administrative assistant of some kind. My earliest memory of Mom working was doing part time work for Mr. Ed Carrier, my soccer coach. Some times she'd bring home a bunch of letters for me help stamp, etc. She paid me to help out.
Mom also worked at (still works at) The Lincoln-Lane Foundation, where they give scholarships for local kids to go to college.
My Dad was VP of Sales at Seaboard Memorials Monuments. Yep, he sold tomb stones. I remember some times going in on a Saturday with him and watching cartoons while he did a little extra work and eating green, mint hard candies. Their sandblaster, "Hawk", used to let me set up the letters and make my own stencils. I remember the summer that they built the new shop and Dad coming home exhausted, usually wearing a sleeveless shirt and then having a PBR. He used to let me have a sip every now and then. I even worked there the summer I was 15, doing grounds work.
Mom has always been a secretary/administrative assistant of some kind. My earliest memory of Mom working was doing part time work for Mr. Ed Carrier, my soccer coach. Some times she'd bring home a bunch of letters for me help stamp, etc. She paid me to help out.
Mom also worked at (still works at) The Lincoln-Lane Foundation, where they give scholarships for local kids to go to college.
Camping?
I've seen various messages float through my Facebook about camping before I got final word that we'll be celebrating Granddad's birthday on the 16th. Does this mean that we are doing this instead of camping, or has a consensus been reached on whether we are ALSO doing camping? Yeah, I am kind of slow at times. Thanks.