 |
| Thought you night need this today |
Liz and I were talking about Mike Rowe this morning...of all things...I truly don't watch TV any more than is required by love of family...but I do admire the man. We then got onto politics, but I won't go there....
You're welcome....
Later came another conversation about things that people of our way of life take for granted and accept as normal that are remarkable in other lives. It made me think.
I guess I have a blue collar heart. I love and respect and admire our guys for the work they do...the building and fixing, repairing and growing, driving and delivering, and making this country go. I know many men just like them, far wiser than their job description might make you think.
I used to work nights while we were milking, helping our boy memorize the Latin names of pretty near every plant and critter in NY for college (and I have duly forgotten most of same). However, I am not one bit sorry that he does what he does, which does not require knowledge of who Gavia Immer is.
In fact I am astonished and amazed every day about the places he has worked and the things he has helped build there. Plus I have the added benefit of the Nocomis Micropogon joke......and we both remember the secret wood song of the first and the story of the second.
I feel the same about capable daughters who can. Change a radiator hose with their own tools. Catch straying cows. Raise livestock. Milk and feed and roll out round bales the size of a Volkswagen. Work in a thankless job and excel just the same, rather than lie down and whine. I guess apples and trees come into play here, as my mom has always been able to do anything she set her mind to, and still can....
Anyhow, we are sure enough blue collar I guess, but we aren't too awful blue about it.
Posts
7 comments:
I have always wondered why farmer's wives and daughters called themselves farmer's wives and farmer's daughters. Aren't they farmers too?
Just had a discussion with my wife, about life of us and others. God, I am glad I am so rich. Then I read this and I understand you and your life and loves, you are so rich, too.
Your life and mine mirror each other...so does your blue collar heart!
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
I keep telling my New Hapshire son . . . that if/when Armageddon arrives and he's headed back to Ohio and can't make it . . . well . . he knows where a very lovely/loving, hard-working, make-it-happen, make-it-work - family - lives. God bless the people who are the backbone of this great land.
Jan, I don't know the answer to that, but I do it myself and can't seem to stop myself. lol Just the way of things I guess.
Earl, we are rich, although it took me a few years to slow down and notice. I am grateful too, and more so every day. I am grateful for your writings by the way...you make me think and that is very good for me. I don't always comment when I visit your blog, but I do always visit.
Linda, that is so true, although you make me tired just reading about all the work you and Terry do each day.
Cathy, we would always welcome him and feed him well.
I am a born and bred (and educated) city girl, who is far happier now living in the country. I used to define "smart" quite differently, because that was what I knew.
I now know that smart has nothing to do with formal education or the way someone speaks. I've met quite a few smart people in the last few years, who can run circles around me and my college degree.
God bless us all. :)
Carol, I too came from town, but I was born needing this life. As soon as my favorite aunt married a farmer and I got a fix of life at their place I was sold. It took me a long time to find my own farmer....but we have been together a long time now. And I agree on the smart. I am still amazed by what country people can do.
Post a Comment