Animals are her thing

Granddaughter Arianna loves animals. When she’s been on the farm she has picked up frogs and chicks. This day was a time for furry friends.

On a cool evening, Arianna shared her blanket with Joy, her family’s new rescue puppy.

The following day, Car-E, my rescue kitten, was in Arianna’s arms. The dog and the cat wouldn’t sit quietly together, but I bet if Arianna had time she would teach them to be friends, too.

This girl will grow up either taking care of animals or rescuing them. Or maybe both.

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Another story told by my dad

Bea was 5 years older than her brother Charlie. Here’s an account he often told of their childhood.

Layer cake

          I can remember coming home from school and my sister Bea calling me. “Charlie, come here. I want to show you something.”

          Downstairs, in the kitchen on the table sat a giant layer cake, at least four layers high and very big around.

          “Wow!” I gasped. “Can I have some?”

          “Sure. Help yourself.”

          “Can I have two hunks?”

          “Sure. Have all you want.”

         Well, that remark was a big mistake. Sister went upstairs and I stayed with the cake.

          About an hour later Bea came downstairs looking for some cake. “Charlie, where did you hide the cake?”

          “I didn’t hide it. I ate it.”

          Bea could not believe her ears. “What?! You ate it all?”

          “Yup,” I said. “You said to eat all I wanted and I did.”

         You would think I would have been sick of cake for a while. Sure I was! ‘Till the next cake.

In this photo my mother is holding baby Russell, Robby is between Grandma Izzy and Grandpa Chuck, who is holding Becky.

Robby and Rebecca remember Grandpa telling them fun stories like this.

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Happy Birthday, Roger!

There was another country parade today heading south on Miller Road.

I almost missed this celebration as my family had come by to help out around the house.

As we were doing chores, we stopped to look up when we saw some strange vehicles honking past Sunnybook Farm.

As they passed, I remembered I had been invited to join this country parade. It was to celebrate our neighbor, Roger Roskoms’ birthday.

Again, I wasn’t close enough to photograph the beginning of the parade, but I did click one photo before they disappeared down the road.

Roger’s daughter, Juli said: We had a fantastic turnout with three fire trucks from Navarino, Nichols, Cicero, a mixer from Green and Gold Concrete from where Dad used to work, a bunch of old cars and cool tractors. … We had 53 Vehicles total … not too shabby I guess.

Happy Birthday, Roger. You are a good neighbor with a lot of good friends and a loving family.

I hope you enjoyed your country parade.

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Sunny the dog

I almost missed posting a blog today. It was a busy day doing yard work.

Sunny joined me for a walk the other day and this is how he celebrated.

Sunny rolled and wiggled in the grass. The good part was that he did this spontaneously, not because he found something stinky to roll in. It was just a joyful roll.

Now I’ve finished my daily blog and I can head up to bed.

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Another story from Dad

I thought I’d share another of my dad’s stories. Playing Chicken was also adapted to be part of my novel, Chicken Charlie’s Year.

Playing Chicken

My sister, Bea, always could out do me of any candy or popcorn that I might have. Her chicken game always backfired on me.

“Baloney! You’re always the chicken and I’m always the farmer. I want to be the chicken for once,” I demanded.

“Okay, you can be the chicken,” Bea said. “Give me your popcorn and I’ll feed you.”

Down on all fours I went, crawling around, going, “Cluck, cluck, cluck,” and my sister Bea scattering popcorn on the floor.

Everything went fine until I got a popcorn stuck in my nose.

“Just close your mouth and blow,” she suggested.

A couple of tries and out it came.

It wasn’t until much later that I realized she had fed me my popcorn and ate mine, too, hiding her own until later.

Bea wasn’t selfish, just too clever for little old me. She enjoyed playing her games and jokes on me.

Mom and Dad on their 40th anniversary

Dad and his sister teased each other throughout their lives. It was all done in fun with love.

When Dad told this story he emphasized the dislodging of the popcorn kernel. In my book, I made it more graphic, too.

I hope this gave you a giggle today.

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