Sunday Stills....Flashback

One of my brothers telling fortunes

My dad, who was known as "Big Chief Step in....yeah that..."
because of an incident with the floor in the bathroon, which was full of Yatha's puppies

Aunts

Look, a horse, a Standarbred I once took care of, name Sheepshead

One of these is not like the other....it's an uncle.
Five extra points if you know which one, and which uncle it is.

Grandpa Lachmayer, one of the nicest folks you could ever know

These are by no means the oldest photos that I have taken, but they are some of the oldest ones that I still have. My aunt and uncle bought my brother and me each a Kodak Instamatic camera when we were small kids. 

I started taking photos right away, but I suspect that very few of them ever were actually developed. These are all from 1972, taken at a family Halloween party that year.

For more Sunday Stills......

Arrest Made in Amish Kidnapping

Two people were quickly apprehended in the kidnapping of those poor little Amish children.

I am glad they caught them and have them locked up, but I shudder to think what their reasoning for this abominable act might be.

And to people who reviled the parents for having the girls running the farm standwhile they did chores....they were not doing anything wrong by working right at the edge of their own yard.

 Kids play near their homes all the time, or go to the park across the street, or run over to the neighbor's for a minute. Kids can't be in their parent's sight every second of every day. We were super paranoid about stranger danger when we lived down in town, what with the Thruway exit less than a mile from the house, and motels and truck stops surrounding us. People picked on us about it all the time.

And yet the kids, by the time they were twelve, still spent a certain amount of time out of our sight. Inevitably.

The blame lies squarely on the perpetrators.

Whining About the Heat

As last winter stumbled to a reluctant halt, bringing frost into late May and leaving us kind of shell shocked from weather miseries, everyone said, "The first person to complain about the heat is going to get......" 

Fill in your own nasty fate. I heard a lot of them.

Instead, here it is the middle of August, the Dog Days. 

We should be whining about the heat, and stressing the grid with excess air conditioner use. We should be threatening to bash the first person who complains about the cold, when winter finally brings relief from the summer furnace.

Instead, last night, I asked the boss to go down in the cellar and turn on the valve that diverts hot water from the outdoor wood stove, into the furnace plenum.

Yeah, we have it going as we have used it to heat water most of the summer, but the furnace part is always shut off, as, if hot water goes through it, even with the furnace fans all shut off, passive warm air seeps upstairs.

And, you know what? It feels good.

He'll probably have to go back down in a day or two and divert it back to its usual path, but for now the house is not damp.

It is not dank. It is not chilly and shiverish and too darned cold for a little baby.

Yep. Now, where's my flannel shirt?

Found Safe

Last thing before bed last night, just as I was hollering in to the boss, Jade came running out of their part of the house with the same news...the little Amish girls were found alive, and evidently okay.

Mystery abounds though. The language barrier between people who speak modern English and the folks who speak the old version of German that they use is so great....

I hope they find the perpetrators promptly though, and that they are punished appropriately. 

Story from the Daily News

And Fox News

And from ABC

It even made the Daily Mail in Great Britain.

We all went to bed in a better frame of mind. I know the little ones were in the back of my mind all day. Poor children! No child should ever have to deal with the terror they must have felt, and they were perhaps even less prepared than their "English" counterparts might be.

So glad that they are back with their family.

Bucket List

A while back I asked Alan if he would take me to a parking lot somewhere and let me step behind the wheel of his year-and-half old Camaro.

For one reason and another, usually that I was busy, we didn't get it done until today.

Um, wow!

I grew up in the muscle car era...took my road test on a Pontiac Firebird, routinely drove a '69 Chevelle, and have driven all sorts of other cars and trucks. 

And I can drive a standard. In fact my first car was a bright orange Chevy, 3-on-the-tree 1/2 ton pickup. I even had another old Chevy that had been converted...by utterly incompetent kids...from an automatic to a standard. That one would only start on hills, and had flat tires every day. So I rotated my tires, myself, every day, and knew the location of every hill in three counties. (Normal tire rotation does include getting the one that isn't flat out of the trunk and putting on the car, right?)

However, I admit I was really nervous about driving his six-speed beast, even in a parking lot.

I did it though.

Didn't stall it a single time.

 Didn't get out of second gear either, but with more room I could have. 

The sweetest car I ever drove. So smooth, so nimble, so much more power than anyone could possibly need. It's probably a good thing that I never owned a car like that.

Magnum

He was my magical first horse. I rode him everywhere....the kids still moan when we pass down some distant back road and I say, "I used to ride Magnum here."

He came to me as a two-year-old and stayed until he was over thirty. I can still recreate him in my mind, from his one white hoof to the whorls in his hair. We were pretty good friends....to say the least.

Yesterday he was brought back to me....literally.

A dear Internet friend in a distant state conspired with Liz to recreate him as a merry-go-round horse and sent him to me as a complete surprise.

I got cold chills as I opened the box.

Isn't he beautiful!

Amazing.........and thank you.....

Amber Alert

It appears that someone has kidnapped two little Amish girls from a roadside stand in St. Lawrence County. The alert extends to counties adjacent to ours.

This is simply horrific. I can't imagine the terror those little ones must be experiencing.

That Pesky Animal Rights Video

Yet another, oh, those cruel dairy farmers, video surfaced yesterday. I haven't watched it, but it is said that it showed cows walking in deep manure.

Dairy Carrie took an intensive look at it and found a number of discrepancies, which would probably only be noticed by an industry insider. She pretty much discredited the video, at least for anyone who understood cows.

Then this morning a farmer on Facebook shared this local news story that completely debunked the whole thing.

Animal control and the Department of Agriculture stepped in, took a look and found no basis at all for claims of cruelty.

No basis. Just hype. They did mention a few housekeeping issues due to recent bad weather, but you'll get that, trust me. It doesn't equal abuse.

To me, this just makes other undercover videos that much more suspect than they already were.

Hooray for Carrots

Teenagers Make you Tired

Did you clean your room?

Do not let me see you out here again until it is done.

Well, that ought to keep him out of my hare for a little while

MA-A-A-A, my hears hurt. Look, They're all pink!

MA-A-A-A-A-A

And you can't get away from them.....

Sigh

Even if you are a cottontail.

Memories

My folks were not farmers, which is fine. I grew up surrounded by books and history, and never felt the least bit removed from the wide world, and the events of the near and distant past....from the Revolutionary War to the finding of the first known dinosaur eggs, it was all there in the book shop and the antique shop...

However, I still got to grow up on a farm, as my beloved aunt married a good farmer, and all the cousins and my brothers and I ran tame on their farm.

We all got to visit yesterday for a family reunion, which fostered the reliving of a favorite set of memories....of family and fun...and the making of new ones, with two hay rides, pork barbecue made by my brother and his lovely wife, lots of babies, and cousins and cousins and more cousins...and aunts and uncles and lots of love and fun...

When things got a little quiet for a bit I treated myself to a tour of the barn, which, when I was a kid, seemed like a mysterious paradise dropped down to earth for my personal entertainment.

There were cows back then. Burgess Black, Jessica, and dozens of others whose names I've forgotten.

Baby calves that would suck on your fingers. Barn cats. A series of dogs, the most memorable of whom was Yoki, a sort of collie shepherd cross, who was known, upon occasion, to fetch down the cows, a feat which impressed me no end. 

A childhood visit to the farm was like water on the desert to a city kid born to farm, although I surely didn't know it yet.


And if we ran out of domestic critters to spoil and pester, there were fields full of bunnies, and snakes, and a creek with fish and frogs and tadpoles and dragon flies, and, and, and.

There were whippoorwills to lull us to sleep at night, or keep us wakeful, replaying the wonders of each day in our young minds, as we snuggled under feather beds, in the warm, sweet, country dark.

Yesterday the barn was empty, except for a spooky black cat that ran out as I walked in....and cousins. There were delightful little cousin's kids' kids playing under the haymow where we played when we were little. The hay is put up in bales now, but when we first visited, there was loose hay and we were allowed to hide up there, and hunt down the hidden kittens, and even jump out when the mow floor below was stacked with fluffy stuff. Tarzan had nothing on us.

I was taken back by the barn chart hanging near the door. When I was little I studied the bulls whose photos were there, for planning matings of the Holsteins that lived there. What made this one better than that one, why, why, why? Little did I know I was storing up knowledge for a future of my own. 

(I can remember reading Hoard's Dairyman while sitting in my uncle's chair, in the living room. I always had to be reading something....and if I ran out of books, there it was....who knew that all that gibberish about corn and cattle would mean so much some day.)

The barn was perfectly tidy, and haunted only by happiness. I wandered back to the warmth of the party, heartful  with thanks that I got to grow up in such a wonderful place.

A huge thanks to my aunt and uncle who made it possible and to their kids who shared them and their home with us. And thanks for the party too. That was really something....Good times, good times....

Sunday Stills....Crowd Work

This is a little late, but better late than never I guess. This is one of the two hay rides at our family reunion today. Lots of kids and grown ups pulled along behind my uncle's Johnny Poppers, a JD A and a 60.

Much fun was had by all....I walked....I have spent enough time on hay wagons to last me. 

For more Sunday Stills.....

Good Morning from Northview

Where things are humming. Must be the young entry is off the nest and in the air. Although the one in flight looks like a female, the faintly barred throat leads me to believe that it is a young male. It certainly is inquisitive, as it gave me a good looking over and was noodling around in a geranium about six inches from my ear.

A Day in the Weather

Of Upstate NY

Bet You Can't Do This

Russia and the Price of Bacon

No doubt my view of international trade from here at the kitchen table is more than slightly simplistic. 

However, I was just reading a Meatingplace article about how the Russian ban on food imports from the EU (and just about everywhere else on earth...wonder what that will do for food prices for folks living under the sign of the bear???) is going to increase competition with the USA for Asian pork markets. 

Lately our pork has been a hot commodity in places like China where they don't do quite as good a job of raising it as we do.

Now, what with porcine viral diarrhea decimating piglets on our hog farms, and pork being a kind of dicey business to be in in the first place, I wish our farmers well, and hope this doesn't hurt them too badly. Having been in the dairy business almost all my life, I am familiar with how over-supply, even manufactured oversupply, fomented by counting the same milk twice and all, can cripple an industry.

However, maybe, the price of bacon will drop a dime or two.

And yes it rained again yesterday, despite it being sunny and nice nearly all day. Six times at my last count, although it could have been seven. Friends to the west of us said that it has rained every day for ten days... and they said that a couple of days ago. Makes putting in baled hay utterly impossible.  Worst of it is, twenty miles from here they haven't had a drop and are putting up hay like it was summer or something.

And BTW, if you see our man Jade Schultz, wish him a Happy Birthday!

Heat Index

If I have heard the term at all this summer, it has only been a couple of times. There may have been two or three days when we whined about being too warm, but it has been the coolest summer in my memory.

We never even took the cover off the little air conditioner. There have been other summers when we sweltered along without it, trying to save on electricity, but never have we just not wanted it.

Many evenings are so cool that I come down in the morning to find all the inside doors closed....virtually unheard of in this big house, designed so well for natural air cooling (which is no fun in the winter!!!)

This morning, I realized, that calendar be darned, it's pretty much fall. Last night as I walked to the barn there were pockets of cool, crisp, clear air in every shady area. Crickets and cicadas are screaming. Little brown warblers are showing up in the hedgerows.

The grass on the hill behind the house has turned pinky-gold; I just heard a chickadee, cardinals and other cold time birds are beginning to hang around too. The sun comes up, all lazy and slow, as far south as the big cherry tree in the hedgerow between us and town.

On one hand I am so not ready. We really need to get some hay made or it is going to be a real tough year when tax time comes around. On the other hand it is really nice out.

Oh, and thank you so much to Jan of the Poodle and Dog blog for this lovely post about farming. She gets it!