See, I've been teaching sectionals once a week and lessons every other week so I don't have a car (I mean I do, but it's practically my dad's now) so I've been carpooling because the other car needs to stay home so that someone can pick up my son from school. So monday while we were on our way home I saw this white truck that had like one cowboy rounding up 2 cows... and I found it kind of cute... I don't know...
Anyways, so I started asking my dad about how to say certain terms well they were all in spanish... He was born and raised in this little ranch in Mexico. They all had responsibilities.... I know my grandparents at least owned 20 cows and ...haha the stories of ... "When I was young.... " never get old... love 'em... My dad is closer to the middle child... there were 18 pregnancies or so, 3 died young under the age of 3 and 11 survived... 4 women and 7 men...
big family...
So he told me about when he was little he had to round up the cattle, he actually had a horse he use to call "Colorado" which is basically a reddish brown color... He would tell about about lassoing them and letting them graze. I asked if they castrated and he said back then they would the bulls because they used them plow because they needed to grow crops.
I can only imagine all the work having to be done with harvesting.
And I started thinking of all that work that looks under looked. I'm sure raising so many kids must have been harder but it sure made growing and maintain the crops made it so much easier at the same time.
The chickens they had and having to go get the eggs every morning, and milking (which I still remember to being kind of fun, I did it for a few weeks every morning) and feeding them all...
When my dad was young, he also use to go hunting. They use to hunt deer once upon a time but not anymore. Although sometimes he still craves the meat.
Such a lifetime ago.
It's been 18 years this past September since I've to Mexico. Although, I do remember brief moments... I was 8 then. It was kind of scary, no lights just latterns, nothing was modern which made the experience so much more exciting.
If I ever go again I know it wont be the same anymore since both my grandfathers have long since passed away, may they rest in peace and my grandmothers are both here. The depression would have killed them by now so family is always better... so the little places where they stayed have probably fallen since then... Some of the fam still out there live in town. It's sad, but change isn't always too but but it's sad. But, I do miss seeing it all.
Never will be the same but visiting is nice. One day....
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