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Sunday, February 17, 2013


There’s a sign on the edge of the town where I grew up that says “Where the city meets the country”.  That was true when I was a kid.  Working farms used to be mixed amongst the homes nestled behind trees.  I could climb a tree and drop onto a cow’s back for a thrilling ride across a pasture.  I could feed horses hard green apples and listen to illegal migrant workers speaking Mexican in the field.

Sometimes I’m aware that the kind of variety I grew up with is unusual.  I was both a city and a country kid.  I knew wealthy people and poor people.  I got to milk a goat and I got to go to the art museum.  It seems like most other people live either by farms or they live by the city, but not both.  Considering that I really didn’t know very many people at all, the variety I got to experience seems pretty remarkable.

The farms I knew weren’t like today’s farms.  The farms I knew were mostly tax write-offs for the super-rich, or hobby farms for people who felt like dabbling, or a spattering of working farms of a couple hundred acres or less.  Raising sheep seems like a luxury.  It’s not like they’re eaten very much around here.  They’re raised for wool, and since nobody actually needs wool any more, making something from it means you’ve got enough leisure for a hobby, but it’s the kind of hobby that comes from being raised to think you need to do something productive.  Knitting for pleasure seems like a middle class kind of activity.

I used to like watching sheep getting sheared.  They didn’t seem to enjoy it too much though.  Ba-aaaah!  I can do an awesome sheep bleat imitation.  It’s one of my many skills that seem underappreciated by anyone except small children.  I do an awesome cow too.

I have picked burrs out of the wool, carded it, even spun some of it.  I didn’t have to do any of it.  I was just bored and lonely, and rubbing down a freshly shorn sheep made me laugh.  Sometimes I think that all those things I did when I was bored and lonely were gifts that so many other people don’t know they’ve missed.  There’s something good and happy about haying a field when you don’t actually have to do it.  I was just helping because I could and because I enjoyed laughing with the group.

Sometimes I feel like I should write about things like this because they’re from an era that doesn’t exist anymore.  They didn’t even really exist in my own time.  I was just lucky to be in a place where time and money allowed my little pocket of the world to exist a little longer than it did anywhere else.

I hooked this rug when I was young.  I’ll admit that it’s craft more than art, but I put a lot of time into it, and it is made out of wool.  It just seems fair to show it off at least once.


  1. Spent some time haying as well. It was a hoot for a city kid. Riding on the fender of the tractor's big wheel beside Mike's granddad on the way back to the barn was a bonus. The smell of fresh hay will always take me back there.

  2. I need to compile a list of Linda quotes, such as:
    "There’s something good and happy about haying a field when you don’t actually have to do it"
    among others.

    I grew up with some people who had farms on the side, so I often got to "play" on them, and you're right. Those work/play experiences should be appreciated. Not everyone gets to have them.

    Nice rug! It does look like it took some time.

  3. I'm quotable? Oooooh! I never know when something like that's going to happen :) I'm glad I'm not the only one who got to play on a farm. There is something special about the smell of fresh mown hay. Thanks for the comments!

  4. We had one like that with a leopard!

  5. Wow, yours is wonderful, I was a horrible crafter as a child! My Mum tried so hard, too! My creativity took another route and I'm always amazed when I see what other artists have created in their youth. :) I didn't grow up on a farm, but it was very rural, and we had chickens, ducks, a cow, a pond filled with fish and many other wonderful natural things, and I feel I am so much better for having experience that, because I had my fill of urban decay, too! LOL! You always provoke me into such long diatribes here. LOL! Imagine the conversations we would have at a coffee shop....:)

  6. It would be so much fun to hang out with you Indigene! Any time you're in Cleveland! :)

  7. I got to visit a cousin's farm in upstate New York when I was about eleven. It was very exciting to me, but a hard life for them. It's too bad more people don't have at least a vegetable garden. But I've been meaning to plant one for three years now. Also, I do a decent horse neigh. Haha.

    It does sound like you had a very lucky and interesting childhood. It's also strange to think about how far people have come technologically in such a short time, and how easy it is to forget the lessons of just a few short generations ago.

  8. We have come a long way in a short time. Sometimes I wonder if it's always an "advance" or if we've lost important things along the way? In the meantime, I've got an image of all of us making animal sounds together :)

  9. I didn't not grow up in such a rich mix of people and landscapes - although we moved quite a bit when I was a child. So I guess I got quite a bit of variations in a different way. It seems like quite a tedious work to make that rug. It probably took some time to finish? Once creative, always creative...

  10. It did take a long time to make this rug. I think it might've taken a winter or more. Maybe all that crafting gave me more patience with my art? I've always thought that moving around a lot as a kid would be hard, maybe I've thought so because I never went anywhere? Thanks for the comment Otto!

  11. I was a city kid - not high rises and subways, but I got around on buses and only saw animals beyond cats and dogs at the zoo. Come to think of it, I only saw cows when we traveled out-of-town, along rural highways.

    Nice that you still have that hooked rug from your childhood.
    Your childhood stories are filled with wonder and I enjoy reading them. I can't say the same, but I'm happy to get my fill of farms and nature nowadays.

  12. I think the world is better when we live it in wonder, in whatever circumstances we're in when we're living in it. At least that's what I think on a good day Anita :)