There are always some days that have trouble getting ‘booted-up.’ After a good sleep I woke up feeling a bit like ‘not one nor the other.’ A bit like someone being asked ‘did you like your dinner’? Yea, ‘not too’ bad. It is hardly a standing ovation to the cook, is it? I’ll try and start with just a few words like; some years ago…
Some years ago on the farm I remember getting a very enthusiastic response to a meal cooked by Helvi. One of our grandsons, without further ado, climbed on the table and started licking the gravy direct from the saucepan. We let him indulge his gravy passion uninterrupted. I mean, they so quickly grow up having to adjust to a world critical of climbing on tables and licking gravy. I too still remember eating direct out of saucepans but not from the table. It is a slight difference. Holland is more proper and proper values are strictly regulated.
It was also at the time, the grandson used to pee all in a row from the large veranda floor surrounding our farm. They all took that proud stance that all boys adopt in the burgeoning art of young boys discovering being able to direct their stream. They did, and as far as possible. When Helvi asked why they did this, the answer was, oh well, the toilet is inside, too far.They were so busy playing around that they left going to the toilet to a bursting emergency status.
There is nothing like life on a farm that gives kids such valuable lessons. It ought to be made compulsory. Many school kids do visit animal farms or get taken to rural properties. There is just nothing like it. Of course, as there is with all life there is birth as well as death.
We had alpacas. It was in spring that one gave birth. All the boys were watching as the birth was progressing. An hour or later the afterbirth came about. One grandson poked it bravely with a stick. What’s this, he asked?
I explained as good as possible. All out of the blue, he asked; Do animals eat this? I said that perhaps dogs or most likely foxes might. What about people, he asked? No, I don’t think so, I said. He thought about this, but did not want to let it rest yet. What about English people? I had to laugh.
He was just three and the world so far had only family and locals in it. The ‘English’ was a different world to him and perhaps in his logic he somehow already thought that in the outside world things might well be different, so, perhaps English people could well be different and eat different foods.
Not silly reasoning for someone so young.
Some time later we came across a dead wombat. Wombats are rather top heavy. When they die, they mainly end up with their legs sticking up. The same grandson wanted to take a closer look. I stopped the car and we both walked over. He seemed sad and I thought of asking if he would like to do something. He said; can you put some lollies on his eyes? I said, of course you can. Why? He might get better, he answered. Next day we drove by, the lollies were still there. The wombat must be dead, he said.
Tags: Wombat
October 29, 2013 at 5:46 am |
Lovely memories about farm life, Gerard. 🙂
Do you have any more pictures?
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October 29, 2013 at 8:27 am |
One of them called wombats ‘wombabats’, it’s now in our family lexicon
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October 29, 2013 at 8:06 pm |
We have albums full of photos. This wombat photo is from Google images. Yes, life on the farm was magic
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October 29, 2013 at 9:21 pm
Would you be able to scan some of these pictures and publish them or does your family have any objections to this?
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October 29, 2013 at 9:59 pm |
I have lots of photos on this new computer. It also has Windows 8 which has completely demolished the previous ease of Windows 7.
I find the sending of photos through Windows 8 such a frustrating and complicated task, I have given up. Even so, I’ll try and try.
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October 29, 2013 at 11:21 pm
I know, it’s such a relief when the scanning and publishing goes smoothly, but when there are problems, it can be very annoying. Keep trying, Gerard!
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October 29, 2013 at 5:51 am |
Adorable. Thank you. Enjoyed this so much.
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October 29, 2013 at 8:07 pm |
The grandkids are now approaching their teen years. Life goes so quickly.
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October 29, 2013 at 6:34 am |
Love your stream of consciousness.
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October 29, 2013 at 8:09 pm |
Thank you. Your blog is amazing.
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October 29, 2013 at 9:36 am |
Very nice, Gerard. Farm life should be compulsory in lieu of national service. I do remember vaguely a children’s programme with Willy Wombat. I think it was called Tingha and Tucker. (And indeed it was. Thank you Wikipedia. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tingha_and_Tucker)
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October 29, 2013 at 8:10 pm |
Glad you liked it. How was the trip to UK? (and Finland)
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October 30, 2013 at 5:55 am
We enjoyed Helsinki a great deal. Back safely now but still fighting jet lag.
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October 30, 2013 at 1:03 am |
Kids say the darnest things. Your grandson sounds like he is/was a real corker when he was younger. “Kids say the darndest things” was the name of a book by Art Linkletter, now deceased who was a popular radio and TV host. He had excellent and generally very funny TV shows and books.
~yvonne
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October 30, 2013 at 11:20 am |
Thank you Yvonne,
Kids always are truthful, even when they lie. Up to a certain age all kids are also creative. When child-like-ness goes, so does creativity.
For a large part, I think education fails when it stifles creativity.
Sorry to be preaching here.
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October 30, 2013 at 4:46 pm
No apology needed. You are quite correct in your assessment. Something worthwhile to be mentioned. It’s an excellent reply. ~yvonne
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October 31, 2013 at 10:43 am |
Enjoyed this post very much. Don’t want to be gruesome, but some societies do indeed eat the afterbirth – it’s very nourishing, apparently.
Re farm life in Australia – can I refer you again to Jared Diamond’s book, Collapse…? The book is very detailed, so you might want to skip to the late chapter on Australia and its land challenges, it’s a real eye-opener.
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November 6, 2013 at 3:24 am |
A delightful article. So many perceptive observations and incidents to think about seen through the eyes of children … and in that special place the farm. In the same way you were that companion and intrinsically engaged in your relationship with Helvi in the care of the children, you show me (the reader) rather than tell me the story that is a life commentary. Very moving Gerard … and so much nicer down here on the farm.
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November 6, 2013 at 5:00 am |
Hello Sandshoe and welcome,
Glad you like this farm better. I have boxes of photos and each tell a different story. How are you going with your very creative writing?
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