It is getting to be a busy time of year with harvest either under way for some or only days away for others.
I will bet you are in the midst of a hectic day or maybe at the end of a hectic day.
So, pause for a few minutes and let me tell you a good story.
The purpose of our recent trip to southwest Colorado was for a family reunion of the cousins on my dad’s side of the family. The family members were scattered from central Illinois to Los Angeles and this was a midpoint.
We met at a mountain cabin where there was room for everyone for three days.
Saturday night was scheduled for a time to talk about our grandparents and great-grandparents and the farm in northern Iowa that all of us had in common. It is the farm my family owns and farms yet today.
I put together a Power Point presentation using family history and old photos I had accumulated and some that were sent to me by my cousins.
My dad was one of eight kids and we talked about each of them.
Cora was one of his sisters, and she died at age 23 in 1930 in the farm house my son and his family now live in.
She was having problems with seizures and diagnostics were not what they are today, but it seems that a brain tumor was the likely cause.
My 78-year-old cousin from California told the family that during the seizures, Cora had a pet dog that she would hang onto and the dog seemed to understand and gave her comfort during these times.
After Cora’s death, the dog lived a while longer, but his age caught up to him and he died.
My grandmother said this was a valuable family pet and deserved to be buried on the farm, rather than tossed in with the rest of the dead livestock waiting for the rendering truck.
My grandfather was a farmer who had no use for sentiment and to him a dead dog was a dead dog, nothing more.
Despite my grandmother’s objections, the dog was disposed of with the rest of the dead animals and picked up by the rendering truck.
My cousin said that in the following months, during the night the family could hear the howls of the dog in the house.
Now that is a good story.
That was the first time I heard that story and I have stayed in that house many times with my grandmother when I was growing up and never heard anything during the night.
Every good story deserves to be repeated. In this busy time when it is time for a break, take a pause and tell someone about what you have just read. Chances are you will hear a story in return.
Then having stopped to refresh yourself, you can get back to work.
Work is important and so are those pauses to rest and refresh. Remember, as busy as you may be, always keep safety first.
Rye is a Farm News staff writer and farmer from Hanlontown. Reach him by e-mail at email@example.com.
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