
My father fixed cows For a living And horses, Sheep, Pigs, And goats, But mostly cows— And I know this because We went with him, My siblings and I— We drove the Back roads As we listened to Kenny and Dolly, The Oak Ridge Boys; We carried the pail Of hot sudsy water And trudged To the truck To get the drugs That he needed To treat Ketosis, Mastitis, Milk Fever And listened To stories, Gossip, Counseling That He shared with His clients, His friends. 12, 14 hours A day, 7 days a week— He worked like a mule Or a farmer. And now, Decades later, The farmers are All but gone From our Neck of the woods, And It is our mission now, My siblings and I, Our mission and Privilege To care for Our old country vet.
Hi Don, So good to hear from you. Just think, our fathers were classmates and so were we. I spend part of each week at my parents’ house, and I think a lot about the past as I walk their dog. I think you lived near the middle school, didn’t you? I hope all is well with you.
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Thanks, Charlotte. I was thinking about the dance too. We miss dancing and we miss that party! It was so festive and a good way to start the Christmas season. My parents are doing pretty well, and I’ll tell them you were asking about them.
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Jennie, my dad and I were just talking about “Doc” Lee. They are still good friends and classmates, just don’t run into each other much anymore.
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Great story Jennie! I was just thinking about your Dad the other day, and how we miss the annual Men’s Club Xmas Dinner Dance. Hope your parents are doing ok.
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That about sums it up!
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Thank you!
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I loved it and think it’s just right. Not too personal.
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Thank you! I’m struggling with the formatting.
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Loved reading this, nicely done.
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