I'm trying to wrap my head around Stifel's locations in Wheeling and New York, which are separated by more than miles. Factory and headquarters, maybe? Anyway, that's probably the earliest I've ever seen a woman in pants that wasn't playing dress up in one form or another.
unfortunately for fashion-plates, pants are MUCH more practical if you're actually working alongside your husband/brother/co-workers in the field. and farming familes were big for a *reason*, you know?
I don't believe farm kids ever needed the birds and bees explained to them, either. Especially in the days if you were lucky enough to have a cow you brought it into the cottage with the family for the night and there were no such things as rooms, only inside and outside.
according to The Aunties, ALL of them knew how little animals came about before they went to kindergarten. according to one "now, CHICKENS were harder to figure out, but everything else, we knew."
once grandkids started hanging around, everyone went to euphamisms like "we're bringing the bull around to say hello to the cows, they're friends and like to play!" then shoo'ing the kids away from the pen. heh.
by the time i was 8, i knew the term caesarian section, because there was a bull calf whose name became caesar...because they had to remove him from his mama, who died trying to give birth. he was bottle fed and thought he belonged with the people. he was a pretty bull, and remained just ridiculously friendly till the end. black with a question mark on his face, all but the dot at the bottom!
his greatest stunt was he got out of the pen and found us all at the swimming pool at my aunt's house...so he decided a day later to go back and see what all the fuss was about! (it took two people IN the pool pushing and one with a rope PULLING to get him out!)
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Date: 2013-08-31 10:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-31 11:56 pm (UTC)...my grandparents had 9 kids. farming family. ;D
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Date: 2013-09-01 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-01 12:17 am (UTC)once grandkids started hanging around, everyone went to euphamisms like "we're bringing the bull around to say hello to the cows, they're friends and like to play!" then shoo'ing the kids away from the pen. heh.
by the time i was 8, i knew the term caesarian section, because there was a bull calf whose name became caesar...because they had to remove him from his mama, who died trying to give birth. he was bottle fed and thought he belonged with the people. he was a pretty bull, and remained just ridiculously friendly till the end. black with a question mark on his face, all but the dot at the bottom!
his greatest stunt was he got out of the pen and found us all at the swimming pool at my aunt's house...so he decided a day later to go back and see what all the fuss was about! (it took two people IN the pool pushing and one with a rope PULLING to get him out!)
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Date: 2013-09-01 12:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-01 12:33 am (UTC)(possums are another odd species, but that's another story!)
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Date: 2013-09-01 12:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-09-01 12:54 am (UTC)and they really WILL hang upside down by their tails! and they have flip-top heads, if you've ever seen one YAWN. skeery stuffs!
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