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I enjoyed your post so much Bee that I asked my wife to read it and she agreed with me...very good!!
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You forgot: "I'm Beekissed and I approve this message."
Bee, I really enjoyed reading your post.
I've recently been trying to remind my sons that we all rely too much on the system. I'm afraid that the economy is going to be in such a turmoil in their lifetime, that if they don't remember some of their upcomings, they won't make it. Not that we're "self sufficient", but those boys have been taught to hunt, fish, garden; cut, haul, split and burn wood, and dry clothes in the good ole sunshine!!
Then, as they got older, and I got a "real job", I got lazy!!
That being said, I was pleasently surprised when my middle son drug a deer up this weekend to dress it out. His girlfriend came over, but she wouldn't even watch him skin it out, stating that she's an "animal lover".
I wish I had read your post before then, because the only thing I could say to her is that I love animals too, but that deer is food on the table that had lived a natural, unmedicated life. I explained to her that the deer had a happy and productive life up til the very end, unlike the beef patty in the McDonald's burger she was munching on.
Anyway, with your permission, I'd like to print out your post for her to read.
I was raised with no nieghbors in sight, also. Daddy would take his midnight whiz right off the front porch. Might I add, he sleeps in the nude, and never bothered to put any clothes on to go do the deed. The way the house was "laid out', you had to be in the wrong place at the wrong time to see anything. All the kids slept upstairs.Yes, I agree! The problem with where I lived was that my place was right on the main road and it seemed like everyone in that whole nosy county watched my animals. I kid you not! The day I got a milk cow I was visiting patients in the next county and someone said, "I heard you got you a milk cow!". Is that news in a rural area? You bet.
They watched all my free range chickens (just not something that is done in an area with so many commercial chicken houses) and my hair sheep(in a county that had only woolly breeds up until then) and all my gardening endeavors and my kids were quizzed about every little thing each day on the school bus. It became quite the irritant to me at times because I was raised back in a holler where you can do what you like and no one for a mile in any direction to question it. Finally you just get tired of all the chin wagging and tell it like it is. They act like you are speaking in a foreign tongue but they eventually stop trying to make you feel guilty or stop asking you what are you doing there NOW?
I can't bear nosy...it's an affront to my sensibilities and I guess I was born in the wrong area to feel that way, but there it is. I like privacy and I don't ask what others are doing at their house either...their business, not mine.