Fog. It's here again. No noise from the airport at all, which makes it real spooky outside. Of course, I love it. The only sound is water dripping onto the blanket of leaves. It's cold, but a wet cold, with humidity at 113%. I turned on the airport radio frequency for a bit and heard the tower controller say, "Eva32HeavyCrossRunway34righttaketaxiwayechotobravoholdshortofrunway34Left". Then I heard a female Chinese co-pilot say something back which approximated that. Since no crunching sound followed, I figure they have it all under control. My dad used to be an air traffic controller, way back in the day when you still talked them down. In fact, believe it or not, he was an ATC at Roswell, NM in 1947. Did he know anything? I don't know. Never got a chance to ask him. Can you believe that? Which is just by way of reminder: Ask your dad stuff!

My mom was having a good memory day, so I asked her some things. She used to spend summers at her grandmother's farm back before electricity and plumbing.

So, did you guys ride horses?
Sometimes.
[So, I'm picturing her and cousin Leslie riding a couple of spirited ponies. I ask her.]
No, they were just old workhorses. No saddles or anything.
What work did they do?
Plow. Pull the buggy.
Buggy? Whose?
Aunt Maude's. She would take it into town.
They didn't have a car?
** Stare **
No, I guess they wouldn't have. So, what kind of chores did you do?
We milked the cows, carried water, worked in the garden, gathered eggs.
How many cows did you have?
About six or seven I think.
Did they have names?
Of course.
Do you remember the names?
No.
Did you have any favorite cows?
No, they were all nice.
posted by Rick at 12:29 AM