Dark winter mornings filled with mud and snow.
Muggy summer sunrises sweating before the work was even begun.
A hard life of labor, washing the teats of the cows before milking, mixing milk replacement for the calves, hauling water and bales of hay and straw by hand until the tips of his fingers split open and bled from the cold and the wet. Never outwardly complaining, taping his fingers and his boots and working through it.
It was a hard life and he wore it well. The old rubber boots were just part of the story. There was so much more.
photo credits: Courtney Wright
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Retired Ruth 
Feeling this one deep inside. Beautiful. Your dad was quite a man.
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Lovely description! Beautifully written piece.
I’m sure there’s more to tell….
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Thank you. There is always more to the story….
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Lovely descriptions.
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This is a story with soul and a very good message. Nicely done!
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This is a truly loving tribute, well written.
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That was brilliantly done.
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There was a dairy farm just down the road from our house. My brothers and I took the stainless steel milk containers down twice a week to get filled. Your tale brought back so many memories of the family there.
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I love it when my stories bring back a memory to someone… thanks for the comment.
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There are still lots of farmers like Dad – well drawn.
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I really like this character. Backbone of any society.
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Loved the imagery in this story – and yes, so much more for the reader’s imagination to fill in. Great stuff!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Nice heartfelt story, well done
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Do tell us more! Nice one.
My FriFic tale is called Jim and Jan!
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Beautifully descriptive.
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Lovely fond snapshot. Well done.
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