Monthly Archives: July 2015

Head over Hooves. Counting

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Dad was plowing a fifteen-acre piece of land. He signaled me to his tractor.  My horse responded to the bump of my boot heels and started a gallop.  Dad assigned me a small errand back at the house. In TV Westerns famous cowboys labeled their horses imaginative names like Trigger and Silver and Scout. Roy Rogers, the Lone Ranger and…

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Tractors. Dangers. Interventions

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Unaware of the mini-cliff lying just ahead I drove the tractor right for it. Squeezing the jostling steering wheel, I moved at a good clip. And was clueless to any danger. The Farmall I steered was a large machine – even to a grown man. And I felt very grown today.  It was my first solo drive on a tractor….

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Shepherd Find

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George’s old sedan churned dust as it entered the meadow. Dad’s hay-baling equipment broke down occasionally and he called on the hired fix-it man to lend aid. These and many other details converged in the haying enterprise – centering on one aim. Feeding our small herd of cattle through the winter months. To my knowledge, nothing of the sheep family…

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Greenwood Lake. Rescue

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My father and mother lost their first son to drowning.* Given such trauma I am thankful for the courage they showed later on. When their next two boys reached swimming age. Tim and I loved water. If it were roomy enough to swim in we weren’t picky about the spot. Mom and dad freed us to that pleasure. . ….

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Shotguns and Soda. Delayed candor

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To my regret when I deceived I deceived on purpose. But I didn’t usually scheme much in advance. Not always. Things would simply happen and it was then I schemed. And deceived. Typically to avoid consequences over some foolishness. Richard Nixon’s after-the-fact scheming made the term Cover-up famous. But I appreciated the concept well before Watergate days. My dad’s sun-visor…

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Sharp Road Surprise

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  “I’d be okay if you’d get your shoe out of my mouth.” The Studebaker pickup lay on its right side – the two uppermost tires slowly spinning. The poor headlights had failed to alert the inexperienced driver (me) in time. The sharp bend in the gravel curve took me by surprise (the road was named Sharp Road for a…

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A closer Friend

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The young woman beamed. Stepping to the podium she almost sang the announcement. Ladies, listen up. You are all invited to Friday night’s baby shower for, Jerry Lout!  My brother’s wife Geri – pronounced ‘Jerry’ – would soon be giving birth to their first child, Todd Benjamin Lout. Excited female voices rippled through the Chapel while the elbow of a…

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Fight to the Finish

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  Mother, Mother! Tim’s getting clobbered!  Sprinting through the front door I blurted the report. My mom’s face conveyed both alarm and puzzlement.  Tim? Fighting? My brother survived the fracas. But the image itself seemed crazy. A Samurai Wrestler in a delicate ballet twirl would be more probable. Today’s incident was a thuggish brute who happened to spot a random…

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‘Arch enemy.

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klip-Thump – klip-Thump – klip-Thump. My shoes mocked me. I never thought a set of footwear could mock. Or embarrass. Or harass. But in the world of a self-conscious adolescent they could. And did – with an impish tinge of spite. The worst places by far were school hallways. The polio virus had sent me to the hospital after I…

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