The farm stories are very loosely based on my growing up on a farm in rural Connecticut in the 50′s.  I like to think of them as being more truthful than factual—but who can really tell as time has a way of altering what we remember—and remembering what we alter.  While they may seem written for kids, they are hopefully relevant to the kid in us all.

Two Boys, a Pony and a Wagon

FarmWagonOld Daisy Mae was a Shetland pony and was about 138 years old when she died—well not “actually” but quite old for a pony—the quintessential “old nag.”  She was so sway-backed her belly almost dragged on the ground and you could count every single rib.  She had a back bone that would hurt a saddle.  When riding her, there was only two possible ways to fall off— so no saddle was required.  We rarely rode the ponies using saddles anyway.  It was great fun to ride them bareback—using their mane to turn them in the direction you wanted to go.  If you are going to play Cowboys and Indians you have to have a horse.  If you were playing the Indian, a saddle was wrong anyway.

Henry and the Dinosaur

Henry and his brother and cousins liked to fight great battles for truth and justice in the woods.  One day it would be Davy Crockett fighting against impossible odds at the Alamo—or Robin Hood outwitting the Sheriff of Nottingham forest—-another day it might be Zorro, or the Lone Ranger.  Regardless it was never about “pretending” to be these heroes—they were them.  They were invincible—even invisible if necessary.

The Famous Explorers

The Famous Explorers

One day as they were fighting desperate battles with enemies seen and unseen along the old logging road in the woods next to the farm, they came across something white sticking out of the leaves under a monstrous oak tree.  They laid down their swords and cleared away some of the leaves, twigs and piles of acorn hats from around the object. They quickly realized it was a gigantic bone.  And not just one bone—there were several bones—dinosaur bones!