My mom was in town last week. She was officially here for her 60th class reunion, but when she comes out she always tries to make time to go visit her cousins in South Dakota. So for the first half of last week my sister, mom, niece and I drove out for a visit.
My mom’s mother, Carrie, was born on the family farm in Arlington, South Dakota in 1898. If you’re trying to make some sense of dates and ages, Carrie was 42 years old when my mother was born in 1940. My mom is now 78, thus the 60th class reunion.
Anyway, Carrie was born on the Moe farm and that farm is still in the family. It’s now run by my cousin Travis.
The farm was passed down from Carrie’s parents to her brothers Gerhard and Knute Moe, and from there to Knute’s daughter Elaine and from there to her son Travis. Travis has six really adorable children so I hope that at least one of them will be willing to continue on with the farm one day, thus keeping it in the family.
These days Travis just has goats, and a couple of llamas.
And currently quite a few adorable kittens who would not hold still for photos. The beautiful grey one was my favorite.
I’m always tempted to take one home with me, but I’m pretty sure my cat Lucy would not approve of an interloper.
Although my mom grew up as a city kid in Minneapolis, she would spend several weeks every summer out at the farm so she developed some very close relationships with her cousins. So whenever it was possible, my mom sent us out to stay in Arlington when we were kids too. That was where I learned that potatoes grew in the ground, not on bushes or trees. I definitely was a city kid.
These days we still love going out to visit the cousins. They are the nicest people and we always have so much fun with them. We tend to do a lot of laughing when we’re there.
While we were out there this time we were playing cards with a bunch of the cousins and at one point one of them looked at his hand and said ‘Well, I went to shit, and the hogs ate me.’ I burst out laughing, wondering what in the world that meant.
Apparently that translates to something along the lines of ‘things went from bad to worse.’ A trip to the outhouse being bad, being eaten by hogs even worse.
After I quit laughing I said ‘that would make an awesome blog post title, if only I could remember it’, so my niece whipped out her phone and texted it to me. So now I have a record of it for posterity, or at least as long as I have my current phone.
Speaking of which, I took all of the photos for today’s post with my new phone. I hadn’t really played around with that yet, and now I’m realizing I might want to change the picture size setting … at least the ratio. But these long skinny photos were fun for today’s post. They certainly do a good job of emphasizing the wide open spaces of the mid-west’s farmland.
Maybe I will just leave it on this setting after all.
And the next time I have a colossal fail while painting a piece of furniture, I’m going to try to remember to use that blog post title again!