Chucky
08-29-2003, 12:27 PM
I have a lot of memories, some of them good, some of them bad and some seemingly faded away. I guess the older you get the more you have and the more you cherish them. Here is one of my faded memories, I had seemingly forgotten all about it. It's funny how the memory works. A couple days ago Breeze posted his exercise routine which brought back a memory so vivid it was like it happened yesterday.
I was 12 years old and I spent my summers on my uncle's farm. He was a dairy farmer and had lots of cows. This summer when I arrived my uncle says I have a job for you and took me out to the barn. It was mid-afternoon so the barn was empty except for this little calf laying in a corner on some straw. She seemed so insignificant in this big barn. My uncle then tells me she was born during the night and her mother died giving birth. At the time I didn't think much of it, these things happen was my attitude. My uncle says you will have to feed her from a bottle until she can drink from a pail, probably 4 or 5 days every 3 or 4 hours. Then he says pick her up every day and when she's full grown you'll be able to lift 700lbs. Well I took care of her and she thrived, I picked her up everyday. I loved that heifer, I named her Beauty, she was my pet. I think she thought I was her mother. Anyway when she was about a month old she decided to have no part of being picked up so that ended my weight training. She never forgot me though, when I visited she would always come running to see me. My uncle kept her until she died of old age well into her twenties. Beauty was a good one, she couldn't run and fetch but she had lots of love.
I would like to thank Breeze for jogging my memory on this one.
Chucky
I was 12 years old and I spent my summers on my uncle's farm. He was a dairy farmer and had lots of cows. This summer when I arrived my uncle says I have a job for you and took me out to the barn. It was mid-afternoon so the barn was empty except for this little calf laying in a corner on some straw. She seemed so insignificant in this big barn. My uncle then tells me she was born during the night and her mother died giving birth. At the time I didn't think much of it, these things happen was my attitude. My uncle says you will have to feed her from a bottle until she can drink from a pail, probably 4 or 5 days every 3 or 4 hours. Then he says pick her up every day and when she's full grown you'll be able to lift 700lbs. Well I took care of her and she thrived, I picked her up everyday. I loved that heifer, I named her Beauty, she was my pet. I think she thought I was her mother. Anyway when she was about a month old she decided to have no part of being picked up so that ended my weight training. She never forgot me though, when I visited she would always come running to see me. My uncle kept her until she died of old age well into her twenties. Beauty was a good one, she couldn't run and fetch but she had lots of love.
I would like to thank Breeze for jogging my memory on this one.
Chucky