Of course I love the picture. If you notice those are not brand new clothes for a picture. The lil girls dress looks like it just came off a clothes line and their boots have some wear. Their hats appear to have been around a spell too. In other words. That's the way they dress.
Of the ranchers and other rural folk I know, I cannot imagine any would dress and pose their kids as some cutsey country couple.
Maybe they aint exactly brand new but those clothes aint seen a lick of work. They aint Sunday clothes either. And his hat, why it aint even real. His hat looks like foam covered felt. The Sherf star screams photographer pose.
Oh, for Christ's sake. It was probably a birthday party or something. Or don't 'the ranchers and other rural folk' you know have them for their kids? And how many two year olds do you know that puts in a lick of work, farm kids or not?
I spent the first five years of my life on a big Dairy. The whole valley was big dairy. Went down every summer and once of age helped with the haying and milking. No parlors back then. As a youngster I wore a cap gun on my hip, had cowboy boots and one of those cheap 5&dime cowboy hats. I'm sure one of them had a star. All the kids my age had the same get up. I crossed the gutter one night in the barn and a cow kicked me into the gutter. I can still see her hooves slippin off the edge of the gutter and on to my face. My fourteen year old brother ran from the other side of the aisle where he was milking and got under the cow and lifted the back while my father pulled me out of the shit. I lost all my baby teeth and still have a scar on my upper lip at seventy-three. Nope, no doctor. My mother didn't believe in them. Same with my brother who one day was gored by a bull three times and thrown over a four strand barbwire fence. He was treated by my mother. Son, if that aint country, you can kiss my ass.
Gotta love farm kids.
ReplyDeleteMatt & Miss Kitty, the early years.
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They are so cute. Country kids are so real they know whe're eggs come from. (Not the store)
ReplyDeleteReminds me of me and sister. I was Davy Crockett she as Dale Evans.
ReplyDeleteSame same.
DeleteOf course I love the picture. If you notice those are not brand new clothes for a picture. The lil girls dress looks like it just came off a clothes line and their boots have some wear. Their hats appear to have been around a spell too. In other words. That's the way they dress.
ReplyDeleteThis is the Way....this is sanity.
ReplyDeleteOf the ranchers and other rural folk I know, I cannot imagine any would dress and pose their kids as some cutsey country couple.
ReplyDeleteMaybe they aint exactly brand new but those clothes aint seen a lick of work. They aint Sunday clothes either.
And his hat, why it aint even real. His hat looks like foam covered felt. The Sherf star screams photographer pose.
Oh, for Christ's sake. It was probably a birthday party or something. Or don't 'the ranchers and other rural folk' you know have them for their kids?
DeleteAnd how many two year olds do you know that puts in a lick of work, farm kids or not?
I spent the first five years of my life on a big Dairy. The whole valley was big dairy. Went down every summer and once of age helped with the haying and milking. No parlors back then. As a youngster I wore a cap gun on my hip, had cowboy boots and one of those cheap 5&dime cowboy hats. I'm sure one of them had a star. All the kids my age had the same get up. I crossed the gutter one night in the barn and a cow kicked me into the gutter. I can still see her hooves slippin off the edge of the gutter and on to my face. My fourteen year old brother ran from the other side of the aisle where he was milking and got under the cow and lifted the back while my father pulled me out of the shit. I lost all my baby teeth and still have a scar on my upper lip at seventy-three. Nope, no doctor. My mother didn't believe in them. Same with my brother who one day was gored by a bull three times and thrown over a four strand barbwire fence. He was treated by my mother. Son, if that aint country, you can kiss my ass.
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