We went to a very fine party last night, something that takes some serious planning on the part of a farm family. First the washing machine passed away unexpectedly the night before, requiring Herculean efforts to locate a replacement. (Its motor gave out from overwork, and a new motor costs nearly as much as a new machine. Plus we would have had to wait for a motor to be ordered.)
Thus we drove around all day finding and transporting the new washer, then came right home and began evening milking two hours early. Calf bottles were relayed from hot water bath eager pink mouths at warp speed. You never saw straw bedding being shaken out so fast. I swear, you couldn’t see the kids, except for the blur when they went by. We needed to get everyone through the shower and all primped and prettied up by 7:30.
It wasn’t easy but we got it done.
We were among the first to arrive.
The dinner was potluck.
It was a farmer party.
Farmers for the most part have farm wives.
And daughters.
Thus the food was pretty close to dangerously good. (Which was nice, since we missed lunch due to the washing machine hunting expedition.)
I am talking a serious threat to the waistline and cholesterol level. From about seven different salads to three kinds of meatballs with beans and filled breads in between, there was no reason to go away hungry. And that was before dessert. Which included cake….cookies….pies and cobblers…. Oh dear.
There was Karaoke. (And no, I did NOT sing.) However, after a substantial payoff, plus a promise that I would take him practice driving today, Alan performed Steppenwolf’s Magic Carpet Ride, (with his back to the audience.) I have a picture. Do you want to see it, even if it is a little dark and blurry?
Steppenwolf must have offered an undeniable assault to the eardrums of many present, who are a little more accustomed to George Strait than seventies hard rock. They clapped anyhow.
And he was pretty good.
For Karaoke.
We heard stories of genuine tragedy, and stories that were knee-slapping funny. We sat with people we had missed for years and didn’t expect to meet again. (They were forced out of the industry by hard times and family squabbles.) We saw babies, toddlers in cowboy boots, gawky teenagers, and old men with polished heads.
We had fun.
A lot of it. My face hurt from smiling.
I sure do like farmers.
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6 comments:
That was a terrific post. It called out memories of good food and good people and good times and old friends and family, even if mine don't include farmers :)
I wish mine had farmers. They sound fun.
Mama Grouch, thanks for the kind words. It was the best night we have had in a good long while.
Mr. Fab, you know darned well I sent you and Mrs. Fab an invite. I simply can't help it if the lemurs ate it.
Sounds like a good time and I can smell the good food all the way down here in North Carolina. Old men with polished heads, sounds like Scott would fit right in.
Now, now, Scott could qualify except for the "old" part....cause if he is old, I am really old! lol thanks for stopping by.
Magic Carpet Ride...a favorite! Who's George Strait? :)
Isn't it odd how our kids love the music we listened to as kids! We had a garage band that turned into a bar band when we got older and Magic Carpet Ride was one we played. Now the kid drives us nuts with Steppenwolf.
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