Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Lisa's facebook post about mom selling the farm

Bittersweet day as mom closes on the sale of the family farm. 40+ years of memories there. I'll list many of my memories in the comments.
Lisa: Competitive mushroom hunting with Grandpa Vermal
Lisa: Games around the dinner table - checkers, Uno, Skipbo, marbles, Monopoly, and Crap on Your Neighborhood (and Grandpa Vermal winning all cost)
Lisa : 4th of July picnics - boy cousins sitting pasture on fire, boy cousins chasing all us girls with bottle rockets, barbed wire accidents, grandpa Vermal not letting anyone else set off fireworks, barbed wire accidents, Grandma Grace hitting Aunt Kay's new car
Lisa: Sledding down big hill (avoiding cow pies and pond at the bottom) and ice skating the shallow pond
Lisa: Playing in the old barn lofts, root cellar, and shed with sisters and cousin Shelia, dreaming of living there as adults via The Bionic Woman (and hours spent playing Charley's Angels).
Lisa: Farm stuff - chopping ice on the pond, wood cutting marathons, building the grain bin, Brenda riding calves, silage pit, huge gardens, picking up rocks, fixing fence (and annual April's Fool joke of telling dad the cows were out!), milking (and mom's famous "I quit" in grease pencil on the wall!), jumping hay bales, bottle feeding calves, working pigs and cows, the mean rooster, the smooth cow scratching pole, and so many more.
Lisa: Playing school with pieces of slate by the pond and playing in the old, falling down abandoned church.
Lisa: Dinners with neighbors, with watermelon seed spitting contests, Andy Over, Blind Man's Bluff, etc.
Lisa: Mom mowing rooms in the front yard for us girls to play house.
Lisa: Pets... Hare Lip the cow, Wart the dog, Thump the dog, and so many more.
Deb: Mom & Grandma filling their silver stacking towers full of food and taking meals to the hayfield for Dad & Grandpa. They'd use the tailgate as a table and they always took a fresh thermos full of coffee...
deb: camping out in the pasture by the old barn and listening to the cows eating outside our 'tent'...( Lisa: And the rotten eggs from one failed camping trip...)
deb: opening presents on Xmas eve

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