When Parker saw this picture he said "why are you making that face?". I am pretty sure that I am making that face because I am thinking 'this place smells like chicken s*#t - what am I doing here!?'. Look how cute I am holding an egg. As a little side note - I remember once when I was in high school I came home and my mom was making dinner. I think it was blackened fish. And I walked through the door and immediately the smell took me back to the chicken ranch. It was one of the weirdest things I have ever experienced. Like an episode of The Twilight Zone. Like a big 'woosh' came over me in slow motion. Because I was so little I am sure I had not remembered that until it was triggered. The brain is so interesting!
Those were good times living in a trailer and riding around on a tractor. I still have my first pair of little cowboy boots. And I wonder if my dads head was too big for his hat. Isn't it supposed to sit further down than that?
What is a hippie from Southern California doing in Enterprise, Utah anyway? Shouldn't she be dressed like a polygamist instead? I really can't even believe that she lived there. Good times. Good times.(The back of this picture had 'farmhand' written on it.)
Maybe we should start calling my dad Marlboro Man. :) If only you knew my dad you would know how funny this is!! Like, for instance, he can unwrap a pad of butter, spread it on a roll and eat the roll ALL with a knife and fork without ever touching it. - In case he might get greasy. And he will push my stroller with the kids in it with his knuckles and then whip out the hand sanitizer as quick as humanly possible when he is done. - For fear of getting contaminated. So to think of him on this dirty, sweaty horse and walking through manure in cowboy boots CRACKS ME UP!!!!! And from what I can remember. I am pretty sure those are the pig pens to the right of my dad in the picture.(This photo had the word 'dude' handwritten on the back of it.)
4 comments:
Oh my Hil! These pics and the ones right below are so so cool! I love them!
you need to start making money for your bloggin......this is hands down the best entry to date. keep up the 'memory lane' photos...they are awesome!
Love, love love your blog. keep it comen
Hil...for a split second I imagined my life as the son-in-law who inherited a chicken ranch from his father-in-law... the first thing that came to my mind was the scene from Napoleon Dynamite where he is working on the chicken ranch, gets paid six dollars in change for a days labor and for lunch they give him a plate of hard boiled eggs and a pitcher of egg yolks to drink...and you think UFO's are scary! - Ryan
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