Confession #1 - This farm wife recalls when the 'town family' moved out near our farm, which I confess initiated my first, cognizant, naive moments that other people lived quite differently than all we dairy farmers. Despite being a 'townie', the girl who joined my 4th grade class relished playing back at our creek and the friendship began.
Then came the invitation from this 'town girl' for me to spend the Sunday with her family as they visited relatives, back in town, of course.
Sundays, by default, had become my designated 'homework day', beginning as late in the afternoon as possible...so unlike my older brother who finished his homework every Friday afternoon, long before he headed out for the 6 p.m. milking.
Hours kept disappearing that Sunday afternoon with my new 'town' friend and the 'town people' as these carefree adults visited on. The sky darkened and a slow anxiety crept further through my being: my stack of homework awaiting me seemed to grow as the evening continued!
In vivid contrast, routine and reliability dictated our family, Sunday afternoon ritual: we ALWAYS headed home in time for 6 p.m. milking...and in plenty of time to do my homework.
Security: I realized on that Sunday together, that the poor 'town girl' was somehow denied some of this humble security enveloping my childhood.
Most of my days and years include good routine and security, intertwined with unique adventures.
Then came the years 2008 and 2009.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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