My Dream's And A Few Memories Too Share

My dreams , my memories of my past are the best thing's in life i can share . I have done thing's in life growing up that i am not proud of and would have made a better decision if i had the chance to do over . I don't consider myself having a future in life because i live one day at a time . The Lord provides every thing i really need in life . If i die the next breath then i have done as good as i could , I feel peace in myself .
I can remember when my Grandpa said he would pay me for cleaning out the cow stable . I jumped at the chance . He said he would pay me when i got done . So i get up one cool morning and went to the barn with my pitch fork . The barn had two stables and i chose one . I go into the stable and barely had head room to stand up in . So here i go , put my foot one the pitch fork and pushed it in and started pitching the manure out the window . After a little while the steam began rising from the stall . You know that stuff was three feet thick . It took me three day's to get all of it out . When i was done i went up to the house and there sit Grandpa . I told him i had finished . He dug into his pocket and brought out some bills . He handed me three dollars and thanked me . Here i was standing before him and it took me three days to clean that stall out and all i got was three dollars . I didn't know whether to cry or laugh . I just thanked him and went home .
My Grandma took me to the barn with her one morning telling me i needed to learn how to milk a cow . She brought Susie out of the stable and tied her close to the post . She also tied a brick she had to the tail of that cow . That dang cow still could swing that brick back and forth . I got down on a short stool and put the ten quart galvanized bucket under Susie . I grabbed one of her tit's and started to squeeze . Nothing , I kept working at it and finally got some milk out still having trouble hitting the bucket . Susie kept trying to put her foot in that bucket also . After about thirty minutes or so i finally got the hang of it . That is how i learn how to milk a cow .
Grand ma would put the milk in ice box and each morning she would skim the cream off the top of the milk . When she got enough , she would get her butter churn out and let me churn the cream till it made the butter . It sure did make your arm sore pushing that handle in and out . When done Grandma would pour the contents and wash the butter off with clod water . She had a butter printer that she would pack the butter in and when she would push the butter out it had a pretty design on top . She would sell some of the butter , milk and eggs . Those eggs were really big eggs . They came from big hens . You can't buy egg's like that today .
One time it snowed one night and my uncle come by and asked if i wanted to see if we could track anything in the snow . Well we set out and saw rabbit prints in the snow but never did see and rabbit's . We had gone a long way and came upon a place we called Laurel Hill . It had Laurel bushes all over the hill and Holly trees with thick red and yellow berries . At the bottom of that hill was a small creek . We were following the creek and saw a screech owl under the bank . We tried to catch the dang owl and that thing flew out and just missed my uncle's ear . I finally saw a large Robin up in a tree and shot it . My uncle said grandma would eat Robin if we took it to her . So we did . Uncle went home and i stayed there . Grandma cleaned that Robin and boiled it then fried it . She sit there and eat that robin . You know that was the last bird i ever killed . I can't see any reason killing God's creature's this day and time . Unless it is to feed the hungry . Now i'm not talking about our cattle . I got to have a burger once in a while .

Written by Wayne