Saturday, September 26, 2020

City and Country -- a Poem for The Sunday Muse # 127

She milked the cows;  
   he farmed the land 

She was a city girl, young 
on her first job 
They had met before in a 
neighboring town 
The girls all knew, "stay away" 
from that fast town 
She went there anyway, met 
her future man 

Married, this city girl young 
cried the first night 
Not accustomed to farm life 
there by themselves 
Barely knew a pig from a horse  
she'd learn a lot 
Husband was beside himself 
gave her a calf 

The calf wasn't like her cat 
it stayed apart 
Never sat in her lap but 
stayed in corral 
Sort of a pet but still its 
future uncertain 
To market when it was grown 
or milking cow 

Please a milking cow begged 
this city girl 
Keep it they did, calved and milked 
called her Blackie 
Blackie still her pet corralled 
with other cows 
Knew her name leader became 
"Queen of the cows" 

Blackie loved this city girl 
she loved her cow 
A country girl became, they  
love their pet cows 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved 
 - I am linked with Carrie Van Horn with The Sunday Muse * 127 for the picture inspiration prompt at 

 - Before I started high school I was in 4H and had a Brown Swiss calf as a project.  Dad kept the calf, soon named Brownie, as a milking cow.  She gave a lot of milk and had good feeding calves, he kept her for a long time, probably until she died of old age.  In high school, as an FFA project for my last two years each I raised a litter of pigs.  Those pigs, 8 and 9, became farmstead pets who followed us around. 

  - And my mom was a city girl before marrying Dad.   She was away in Lincoln, Nebraska, working as secretary for a state legislator.  Dad share cropped on one of his father's small farms, half of all the crops went to Grandpa until he died and Dad became its owner.  They were married for 67 years until Mom died.  She raised the chickens and took care of the egg production.  She also milked cows until I was age five and took her place.  She was Dad's helper from husking corn to slopping pigs.  When they retired they, having purchased a home in town, moved to it.

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Thursday, September 24, 2020

The Letter "M" -- Weekend Roundup and Reflections

The thirty-ninth issue of Weekend Roundup for this year, 2020... (THE THIRTEENTH LETTER FOR THIS SERIES) - the Letter "M" Prompts are: 
(A) Starts with the Letter "M"; 
(B) "Many" (Tom's Choice); (C) A Favorite; and 
(D) Reflections.
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 (A) Starts with the Letter "M: Monkey starts with "M". I haven't shown this guy playing with me here for a long time. I found him in the courtyard of our hotel on our first mission trip to Guatemala. 

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(B) "Many" (Tom's Choice): Many kids wished me Happy Birthday (October 30) on that mission trip. Our purpose was to upgrade the living facilities there and conduct a Vacation Bible School. 

We installed a hot water heater for the boy's bathroom and overhead lighting in the girl's dorm so that they could read or play games and stuff after dark. 

We also did a lot of painting. Oh yes, one man in our group was an electrician, we were his helpers. 

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(C) A FavoriteMcDonald's delivery motorcycle, in Guatemala City.  Note that I went back for another mission holiday the next year, 2008 for this shot.  He got ahead before I could get the camera turned on, this is a zoom picture from our bus.

[Note the out flow through a culvert under the walkway.  the day before it was gushing over the walk in tandem with the smaller culvert.]

(D) Reflections: The rain water retention area at the end of our street got a little workout from our Hurricane Beta. We only had six inches of rain in our area and the winds had diminished to the mid twenty MPH.  Note the bird's Reflection on the right.
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  Bonus Questions:

1.  What is your favorite "M" word?   Mine will be Mule.  Stubborn, beast of burden, even a line and a verse of a song, "... or would you rather be a mule? ..." (see below or Click here for Frank Sinatra singing it, )
2.  Tell about one of your experiences with mission, student, or other purposed travel.  We enjoyed mission trips, to Hawaii taking our daughter in 1988; two to Albacete Spain 2001 and 2004, taking the two older granddaughters with us as a treat and to help with the kids;  two (Mrs. Jim the first only) 2007, 2008 to Guatemala, and Mrs. Jim two to Mexico while I was working.  

I had six weeks off in the summer, Mrs. Jim had 10, both working in education, each year we would generally have a big trip and then smaller to see parents in Louisiana and Nebraska.  A lot we drove, even in Europe and the Caribbean Islands.  As we became older we would cruise more.  We've been to all 50 states and most western European countries, even the small ones.  The last one of those was to Andorra in 2009 where we also took our youngest son, father of the older girls.  Be went from Barcelona to Bruges Belgium and back to Paris.  I drove. 

Oh yes, 2014 was the last year I drove in Europe, from Britain to Northern Wales. We've crossed the Arctic Circle, and been in the Southern Ocean, near Antarctica but not to it.  The other continents, yes.  My bucket list was trhe Panama Canal, Moscow Russia, and China.  We did those quickly but didn't stop, all parts of the world, some more than others.
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule

A mule is an animal with long funny ears
Kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny but his brain is weak
He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
And by the way, if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule

Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a pig

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face
His shoes are a terrible disgrace
He has no manners when he eats his food
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig

Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a fish

A fish won't do anything, but swim in a brook
He can't write his name or read a book
To fool the people is his only thought
And though he's slippery, he still gets caught
But then if that sort of life is what you wish
You may grow up to be a fish

A new kind of jumped up slippery fish

And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it's all up to you
You can be better than you are
You could be swingin' on a star
Writer/s: Johnny Burke, Jimmy Heusen-van
Publisher: BOURNE CO.
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind _ _  
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The fine print:
 - [Click on any picture for larger, click it again for extra large]
- I am linked with Tom of "Backwoods Travel" (Link here to click for Tom's Weekend Reviews)
- I am also linked this week with James of "Weekend Reflections" (click here for his Reflections Photos).
- The pictures mostly are all mine and rights are reserved to me under Copyright Law.

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