Thursday, February 2, 2012

A brother and visits to the farm

My boyfriend from high school and I kept in touch for a while after graduation, he was studying to be a brother — the kind that's not quite a priest. When he came to visit I was surprised to see he had on his clerical collar. We went to the Botanical Gardens and there were these little old ladies there who were staring at us so we thought we would give them something to talk about. Shaun took my hand then put his arm around me!! I can imagine what they thought, a man of the cloth laughing and skipping!!                                             

When I was around 7, my grandfather on my mother's side would come the day school let out for the summer and take me up to the farm in rural Pound. He had an old green pick up, we kids called it his jeetney.

The ride to Pound was about 2 hours from Waukesha, only with grandpa it took 3 hours — he stopped at every tavern in each small town on the way. He would park the truck, roll up the windows and tell me to stay there and not to open the door for anyone.

I finally told my mother this when my grandfather died, she said she never would have let me go, but I enjoyed my time up north.

I learned to cook, drive a tractor, ride a pig, and how to milk a cow. My aunt Susie was just a year older than me so she taught me a lot: How to smoke, what French kissing was, and all about sex. I was shocked to learn that my parents "did it".

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