Random Acts of Living


Thursday, September 27, 2007

Life on the Prairie

Just a random thought to post today, I'm achy, feeling flu-like with headache. So my thoughts ramble. A post on Prairie Dreams made me think of the above photo. She posted a shot of an old rusty windmill and the above is a pic from my folks album of a windmill just going up. Windmills bring back memories. As a child I remember giving a family friend's grandmother more gray hairs by climbing to the top of their rickety old windmill. Hey, she (my friend) dared me and I was game to climb anything. I would also visit my best friend's grandparents farm and we would run through the dry creek bed in the pasture, hiding out in the deep cuts made in soft, sandy soil. On hot days we'd find the windmill in the middle of pasture that fed the stock tank and drink deep from the cold, fresh well water that the windmill would pull up with the pitcher pump. I also remember running quickly and diving under the barbwire fence to get away from the bull that spotted us at his watering hole. If it wasn't for their beagle, Sam, I don't know that we would have made it. Such things are memories made of.

3 comments:

Anita said...

Oh my gosh! I love that photo! That is so cool...

Momo said...

Great photo! Hope you feel better soon.

KSHIPPYCHIC said...

Great memories too. I never did get caught by a bull, but I have drank from the pump and there ain't nothing so cold and good as that!