Dairy Farm Chronicles -It Begins
The 80’s was an amazing time to be a kid. I don’t think I need to convince anyone who grew up in that decade, that if it wasn’t for Rocky Balboa, Mikhail Gorbachev and the Communist Party would still be raising havoc with the United States. Although the threat of extinction due to nuclear war was present, it didn’t phase a young boy, who was in his own world, growing up on a Dairy Farm in Southeast Nebraska.
As an arrogant senior in high school, I blew off my English teacher’s journaling assignments as she claimed that writing can soothe the mind and the soul. Well Mrs. Bauman, after living in the “real world” the past twenty five years, this stubborn middle aged student is finally convinced. Allow me to introduce you to my latest personal challenge:
The Dairy Farm Chronicles.
The main purpose of this challenge is to help me slow down and refocus. My goal will be to blog, excuse me; journal, once a month reflecting on my greatest memories while growing up on the farm. If it can provide a few Generation X’rs a good memory or two, or the Millennials a solid lesson on what the good ‘ol days was like, so be it.
Although the stories have already been lived, I may be asking for deadline extensions as the flood of memories flow faster than what my mind can process to put them into words. With that being said, let me share the introduction to my first chapter:
Waking up at 5:30AM on a weekend sucked, but I loved it. Working till midnight making sure the hay was up before the storm hit sucked, but I loved it. Growing up on a Dairy Farm sucked, but I loved it.
…stay tuned.
