In a drive across Banner Mountain, recently, I snapped this photo of a barn that’s been part of the landscape for a number of years. I can’t say how old this barn is. But it is still in good condition and speaks of times gone by.
Many of my poems tell about the way of life at Banner in my early years. When I was a child, my folks owned a cow named “Buttin’ Jerse.” She would butt people if she got a chance. I don’t think she had horns, but we kids stayed out of the barn lot, out of her reach. She was the only mean cow my folks ever owned. I remember another cow named “Hawkins.” She was given the last name of the man who sold her to Daddy. She was a good cow. She gave lots of milk.
When I was a child, I didn’t need to take a field trip with my class to visit a farm. I lived on one, and I thought everyone else did, too. Mama and Daddy grew an abundance of vegetables in their garden. We had an orchard of peaches and apples. Daddy butchered hogs each year. We had chickens for eggs and for meat.
To serve chicken for dinner, Mama killed a chicken by wringing its neck. You know that expression, “I could wring his neck?” Mama really did “wring the neck” of a chicken!
That’s something I’ve never had to do. And I’m glad! But if I had to, I might could do it.
To be continued . . .
© 2013 Freeda Baker Nichols
At my book signing today, at the Dirty Farmers Market, I sold and autographed a couple of books. Not many, but people who visited were friendly and were busy buying the handmade crafts that are displayed in the first half of the shop. The back half of the shop contained fresh produce as well as a café serving homemade soups, breads, desserts and coffee. Also baked goods were for sale. The aroma from all these goodies was certainly tempting as I sat waiting for someone to buy a book. By selling two books, visiting, handing out cards and inviting people to check out my blog, I consider the event successful. Thanks to the Farmer’s Market for being wonderful hosts. It was a pleasant afternoon.