One of the things (of many) that I miss about my dad. He sure as hell had some good stories about growing up on a farm
Not really my loss,it's everyones loss.This era of people seen ww1,ww2,great depression,invention of flight,space flight,automobiles,phones.When my father in law was a kid he plowed fields with teams of mules and horses.Grew and raised their own food and put it up,built their own homes without building permits.
a lot can be learned from the old timers
Glad you made it back safe, SA! You're so right about how we must all cherish the time we get to spend with our elders, especially family members who can teach us about our heritage. Back a little over a year ago my sister and I went up to Zephyrhills to visit our granny. She was 92 and had been sick, with some close calls, and we all knew she was getting close to the end. We spent about 5 hours just reminiscing with her and asking her about growing up in North Florida up around Apalachicola. She told stories about black panthers, hurricanes, making it thru the Great Depression, etc. It meant a lot to us to spend that time with her, but it meant so much to her and helped ease her final days. My aunt who was caring for her said at the funeral less than a month later that she was talking about our visit up to the day she passed. I never got that chance with my other grandparents, they all died when I was a child. Sure wish I hadn't waited until the end of her life to learn how remarkable she was!
Love ya, Granny! :angel
