tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961111.post8305684564850717272..comments2024-03-05T23:42:30.151-06:00Comments on The Poor Farm: People are StrangeJeffrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06873138122305060834noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961111.post-57371697510293183372007-09-15T18:03:00.000-05:002007-09-15T18:03:00.000-05:00Thanks for sharing! I'm just upwind from you a few...Thanks for sharing! I'm just upwind from you a few miles. I've only been here since July, so I have not met many of my neighbors. Two of them have put up "for sale" signs since we moved in with our brood; a coincidence, I am sure!Bob's Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11971565970366294930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961111.post-60669619528419046342007-09-08T09:30:00.000-05:002007-09-08T09:30:00.000-05:00What great stories, Jeffro. I always wanted to li...What great stories, Jeffro. I always wanted to live on a farm, since I was a kid. I was jealous of cousins who did - they had access to animals of all kinds - horses, cattle, pigs, turkeys, chickens, dogs, cats. We would go once a year to help cut and wrap the half a steer that my parents bought each year for the freezer. My uncle would shoot the steer in the head and hang the head in the garage. As kids growing up in the suburbs, we thought that was the coolest thing. <BR/><BR/>My aunt and uncle still live there (not as rural as yours, though). Eventually, as they got older, they've leased out a lot of their fields and now have fruit orchards. They stopped doing cattle because they decided at some point that they wanted to take vacations, and couldn't with the livestock that needed tending.<BR/><BR/>But it it still one of my favorite places to go.IHeartQuiltinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17540520882006362062noreply@blogger.com