Tag Archives: Cattle

Recycling, . . . Sort of

Posted on January 24, 2014 by

On the farm, we try to take care with things and use them as long as we can, since cash isn’t growing on trees.  At least not on our farm.  So we do things with the things we have so … Continue reading →

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Christmas with Boiled Custard: I’ll Have Mine with Calf Slobbers!

Posted on December 27, 2013 by

One of the ancient Christmas traditions in our family, living near the south bank of the North Fork of the Holston River, in Scott County, Virginia, was to gather in at the old family homeplace.  Granddaddy Ketron was still living … Continue reading →

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Birds, Feathers, and Flocking Together

Posted on December 20, 2013 by

One of the more curious Appalachian traditions I’ve heard has to do with the meaning of things that happen occasionally.  Things like the fogs in August (which is not just Appalachian), that tradition purportedly tells you how many snows you’re … Continue reading →

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The Big, Green Truck

Posted on February 15, 2013 by

There is something about a truck. In my growing up days, I was a frequent passenger in Pappaw’s 1930s model large cattle truck.  It had a big on-the-floor gear shift with a green knob on top.  The starter was on … Continue reading →

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Picking Out a Christmas Tree

Posted on December 21, 2012 by

The snow had mounted up just to the bottom of our shoes.  A “dusting” of snow transformed the landscape into a wintry scene, while not endangering travelers too terribly on the old road that curved around the back of the … Continue reading →

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A Trip Through the Pasture

Posted on July 6, 2012 by

Often in my childhood, my grandfather would take me with him to the back pasture.  It was a healthy walk from the house up through the hayfields, past the tobacco patch, to the pasture gate.  Sometimes we would ride the … Continue reading →

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