I'm born a city girl but my heart belongs to the country. My aunt and uncle had a dairy farm in upstate New York and my mom, being a single parent and working, brought me to spend the summers at my aunt's farm. I am 67 years old and those summers are my fondest memories.
My uncle didn't treat me any different than his kids. I got up early mornings and helped milk the cows, it was this or help make breakfast. I take cows over kitchen work any day! I would 'grain' the cows, carry milk and even go out in the fields to get the cows. Now my aunt and uncle had 12 kids so I just got shuffled along. When haying was to be done, I was in the field with everyone else. When I was older, my uncle let me drive the old truck in the hay field. The first time my mom let me drive the car , I said I knew how cause I drove the old farm truck. Well I hit the brakes and the groceries went all over the floor because the brakes were 'different' than that of the old farm truck.
My uncle had 3 horses. A beautiful, young, black horse called Prince, a brown one called Sandy and an old freckled white nag called Foxy. You guessed it--I always got stuck with Foxy. As I got older I rode Sandy and sometimes Prince.
To this day, I am still partial to cows. As I drive by a farm, I roll the windows down to enjoy the 'aroma', while everyone yells "SHUT THE WINDOW"
