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@socalgolfguy,

socalgolfguy;31331 wrote:

I have all American eyes - red, white and blue.

Well get some sleep then! Or, lay off the refreshments....... Then you'd only be 2/3 patriotic!

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@westernmom,

Good one mom.

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@westernmom,

westernmom;31333 wrote:

Well get some sleep then! Or, lay off the refreshments....... Then you'd only be 2/3 patriotic!

Lay off!?!?!?!? Hell, I'm doublin' up.

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@westernmom,

A late welcome!
(also from Texas)
Smile

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@missdixy,

missdixy;31406 wrote:

A late welcome!
(also from Texas)

Thanks! I've been enjoying my time here! Looking forward to visiting with you as well.

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@westernmom,

So WesternMom how do you like living in Idaho?

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@Red cv,

Red;31448 wrote:

So WesternMom how do you like living in Idaho?

Having lived in Idaho for most of our married life except the 7 years spent in Alberta, I find I am kind of partial to it.

Raising your kids on in a small rural farming community is the best as far as I'm concerned. They learn a good work ethic - how to get up at 4:00 am to milk cows and do chores before school. How community service is so important - we wouldn't have a fire department, ambulance, library, fairboard, etc without volunteers. How to be good neighbors - it doesn't matter if they live 20 miles from you, if someone needs help, you help. How to be leaders - with so few people everyone has to take charge in something. I could go on and on... But as you can tell, I love Idaho.

There are so many beautiful places on this earth and I love traveling but sometimes, "there's no place like home"!

Anyway, have you been here?

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@westernmom,

I'm a cow country gal myself, raised on an Apple Farm. My father was a fishermen who farmed when he didn't fish. My first job was when I was five, picking up the dropseys from the ground. I've lived all over Canada but I'm so grateful to be living in a Rural Farming Community where people matter. Family values are heralded and not scorned and for the most part my neighbours are great. We have a Liquour Store, a Home Hardware, a lumber yard and small rural shops and I love it. I haven't been to Walmart in two years, I shop local as much as I can. I really hated living in Large Cities, I felt so out of my element. It sounds like you are happy as a clam.

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@westernmom,

westernmom;31451 wrote:

They learn a good work ethic - how to get up at 4:00 am to milk cows and do chores before school.

oh my God.
I will gladly do all the chores my mother tells me to after school and before I start my homework, but milking cows at four a.m? :thumbdown: I would not be happy.

Hooray for living in the city.

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@westernmom,

LOL milking them isn't so bad, but raising them as a pet only to eat them over the winter is a real ditch. My first pet was a cow named moo-moo, he was gone one day and I asked GrandDa where's Moo-moo he said to a local farm to get married. We ate him that winter, sob. I don't like beef, well maybe the odd T-Bone.

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@Red cv,

Red;31481 wrote:

LOL milking them isn't so bad, but raising them as a pet only to eat them over the winter is a real ditch. My first pet was a cow named moo-moo, he was gone one day and I asked GrandDa where's Moo-moo he said to a local farm to get married. We ate him that winter, sob. I don't like beef, well maybe the odd T-Bone.

Lol Red that is so sick hahaha.
Hooray for vegetarianism!
I was traumatized when we visited my grandma in Mexico one summer and she killed a pig in our honor so we could have a big feest that first night.....wtf...i watched two of my male cousins chase it around and kill it.:eek:

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@Red cv,

Red;31471 wrote:

I'm a cow country gal myself, raised on an Apple Farm. My father was a fishermen who farmed when he didn't fish. My first job was when I was five, picking up the dropseys from the ground. I've lived all over Canada but I'm so grateful to be living in a Rural Farming Community where people matter. Family values are heralded and not scorned and for the most part my neighbours are great. We have a Liquour Store, a Home Hardware, a lumber yard and small rural shops and I love it. I haven't been to Walmart in two years, I shop local as much as I can. I really hated living in Large Cities, I felt so out of my element. It sounds like you are happy as a clam.

You're great, Red. I loved that life myself, when I lived it. I moved back and forth between a small, rural community to a medium-sized, but rapidly growing, city, during my youth. I got the best of both worlds. My only concern with the rural setting was that there existed a drinking culture that was unhealthy for a lot of people I knew and cared a lot about. It killed one. Heck, I drank a lot in my youth, but was disciplined by the Army to give it up. Hooaahh.:headbang:

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@missdixy,

missdixy;31493 wrote:

Lol Red that is so sick hahaha.
Hooray for vegetarianism!
I was traumatized when we visited my grandma in Mexico one summer and she killed a pig in our honor so we could have a big feest that first night.....wtf...i watched two of my male cousins chase it around and kill it.:eek:

Wow. That's wild. Had a buddy in the Army who dated a Panamanian chic who lived in the projects of Panaman City, Panama. Rough neighborhood. They invited him to dinner, at which they were serving chicken. Gathered in the backyard, drinking a few brewskies before dinner, he saw the chickens being boiled in a 50-gallon drum, bobbing up and down, upside down, with their claws sticking up in the air. It freaked him out. :headbang:

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@westernmom,

Before dinner, my grandfather used to set an old lawn chair right in the middle of the chicken coup on his farm. As the chickens ran around him, he would grab one by the head and swing it around his head, breaking the chicken's neck. Then, it would run around with its head flopping around until it was dead. Nothin' like fresh chicken for dinner.

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@socalgolfguy,

socalgolfguy;31525 wrote:

Before dinner, my grandfather used to set an old lawn chair right in the middle of the chicken coup on his farm. As the chickens ran around him, he would grab one by the head and swing it around his head, breaking the chicken's neck. Then, it would run around with its head flopping around until it was dead. Nothin' like fresh chicken for dinner.

You know you're a genuine carnivore when you can kill it, rip it open, gut it, cook it on the spot, and gulp it down, anyway.:headbang:

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@westernmom,

Okay, this may sound gross to all of you but when we lived in Alberta we raised several hundred chickens a year. When fall came it was time to butcher them. My grandparents were retired so spent most of their time at our place (favorite granddaughter...). We would set up a 50 gal drum on a gas burner to boil the water. Grandpa and my husband always had to chop their heads off - I couldn't handle even watching that. You then put them in the hot water for a few minutes to loosen the feathers for plucking. After they were plucked you took the insides out, washed them well, and bagged them for the freezer. Very long day and hard work but then you had chicken for the winter. Of course it took me a month before I could even think of cooking them!

Now that we live in town I don't think our neighbors would appreciate something like that!!!

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@westernmom,

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@westernmom,

As a kid, I lived on a Crow Indian reservation. One day our puppy disappeared. When I told my mom, she instantly knew where to go. She ran over to the trailer in which the Injun in charge of cooking dog for an upcoming Injun rally lived, and found our puppy in his kennel of soon-to-be-barbequed muts. Darn thing died anyway, of dystemper.

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@Pinochet73,

Pinochet73;31572 wrote:

As a kid, I lived on a Crow Indian reservation. One day our puppy disappeared. When I told my mom, she instantly knew where to go. She ran over to the trailer in which the Injun in charge of cooking dog for an upcoming Injun rally lived, and found our puppy in his kennel of soon-to-be-barbequed muts. Darn thing died anyway, of dystemper.

What a touching story.... Thanks for sharing.

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@westernmom,

westernmom;31576 wrote:

What a touching story.... Thanks for sharing.

Check it out -- one of our Injun neighbors had a crush on my mom, and tried to impress her by lying a dead possum or something like it on our doorstep. It was meant as a food-offering -- you know, like a 'welcome-to-the-neighborhood' bunt-cake? Very Happy

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