Exhibit A. Hiram, circa 1913
Clearly, I come from a long line of distinguished goat people. It’s written in my DNA. If you don’t believe me, refer back to Exhibit A. That is my grandfather Hiram, Goat Wrangler Extraordinare. My cousin, The Elitest Jerk, sent me the above picture. She came across it yesterday while sorting through family heirlooms.
Recently, as I have dilly-dallied about the yard, I’ve been hearing the distant, but happy sound of goat bleating. The song of my people is in the air! My neighbors two doors down have made a recent acquisition. I struggle to catch a glimpse, but to no avail. The summer foilage has grown too thick. There is some comfort in knowing that goaty goodness is getting closer and closer to Peace.Love.Home…
In a world where color-coded tampons represent a gesture of affection just think what testament of love could be expressed in the gift of a goat…
Remember, it is the Year of the Goat.
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May 31, 2015 at 1:22 pm
skatturcast
“color coded tampons” sent me over the edge!! LOL
May 31, 2015 at 5:25 pm
Cathy
If you look at that picture… besides the fact that dad is sitting in a goat cart… you see a horse and buggy… a car parked at the curb… concrete streets .. and clearly a little dog that looks like it should have definitely lived in 1911. We are very fortunate to come from a family who has valued photos… from dad’s parents… to dad as an amateur photographer, and to all of us.. who value the history in a picture. I have one photograph of your great great grandfather i posed on Facebook. Daddy’s Mother’s Daddy.
March 16, 2016 at 11:26 pm
Lunar Euphoria
Please send me this picture.
March 17, 2016 at 1:20 am
Cathy
it is buried in a box but don’t you have the picture since you have it posted in your blog?
March 17, 2016 at 1:22 am
Cathy
right click the picture and it offers you options on saving it… ohhhhh wait you want the other picture… when i find it i will .. its a project to do anything with my pictures ..boxes and boxes 😀