When I Grow Up
Finish this question, “When I grow up…”.
I’m sure I’m not the only one that heard that as a kid. If you’re like me, you may have more than one answer, or at least changed it a few times before you decided on one.
My earliest recollection of being asked that was answering “President.” Well I’m pretty sure I may not get to the top seat of the U.S. government, but I am currently vice president of the local ham radio club and have held that position since January 2016.
I know since the sixth grade, (and looking back that’s a long, long, time ago!), I decided that I wanted to be a photographer. I’m by no means a professional photographer, but my photos have been published in several magazines, calendar, and on my blog.
I think the only career that I’ve so far failed to be is cowgirl. Yes, I admit it, the only thing that I liked just as much if not better than Bugs Bunny cartoons on a Saturday morning was watching westerns on Saturday morning. The Rifleman, Bonanza, Rawhide, Wagon Train, The Wild, Wild West were just a few of them. It was fantasy galore for me all morning long imagining myself in all of them.
Fast forward to Christmas 2017 when I took my Christmas money and bought the complete series of Wanted Dead or Alive and the first two seasons of Laramie. So here I am again, reverting back to childhood, day dreaming about being a cowgirl. Good grief, if the DVD player quits on me, I may burst into tears for not being able to see dear Slim and Jess.
Oh well. I never expected to achieve everything. I guess in the long run, I’ve done pretty good. At least I can still daydream, right?
A family leaves a fast-paced life behind to slow things down on a small farm.
My Crochet Teacher
My adopted ‘grandmother’ who came with the family when I married was one of the sweetest people I have ever known – and taught me valuable skills to boot!
The Joy of Sharing Our Farm With Family
When our children and grandchildren visited us, we had so much fun, we smiled for days afterward.