This old farm we live on has some history. Our home and particular ground goes back as far as Country Man’s grandparents, and before that grandpa grew up a mile from here. They were the conservative post-depression type, and with great-grandpa’s penny hoarding, he was able to help my husband’s grandpa and his three other brothers get started farming in the area … and sixty years later, here we are.
For now, my father-in-law still farms this ground until he retires, and Country Man works seven miles away on beautiful ground with its own history. Father-in-law was in another state last night, so my husband had to do chores this morning. Which meant a warm breakfast of wheat pancakes and hot coffee, and a wife who was standing by the large south window, waving every time that green John Deere tractor rolled on by. Blowing kisses, making eating gestures to know when he’ll be in for breakfast … enjoying our time knowing we were just a smile away from one another. While I am the wife of a farmer/rancher/hunter, having our own farm will be an entirely new experience down the road, and one that we both look forward to with plenty of idealism in our pockets.
After breakfast, he was off to work. Half-way there, his boss (an 85 year-old), called to tell him to turn back and head to town. He had a few errands he’d like Country Man to run. So he called and said, “wanna go to town?” I put on some jeans, slipped on my North Face jacket, and hopped in the pickup for the journey.
As usual, the AM Country 1000 was playing, and Johnny Horton was singing about a girl with a voice that makes a man’s blood run cold. Dolly Parton came on, and how I love to listen to some Dolly. It occurred to me after watching the video below how much I look like a young Dolly. Gosh, it’s uncanny. Well, except for one enormous, voluptuous difference … the hair! I’m not sure my hair would get that big, let alone take that shade of blond. But that’s not gonna stop me from trying come spring.
Practically twins, me and Dolly. Sigh … a girl can dream, right?
Listening to Johnny and Dolly sing about love and jealousy, desperation and dreams, makes this girl pretty content with her life. And when you’re not feeling content, just write about it (or sing if you got the gift). Somehow things begin to make sense again, and you realize you got it pretty good.
Even if you don’t really look like Dolly.