It's hard to share only one memory .
Pop always sang " hey good looking, whatcha got cooking "
I can't hear that song without thinking of Pop.
I was so tomboy .
Pop bought gocarts, bb guns , he gave me a John Deer to drive when I was 8 years old, he taught me and Sean the Figure 4 , and all kinds of wrestling moves .
I almost lost my toes on my left foot playing "Wrestling ", and bouncing off a bobwire fence to "Rick Flair" my sister and show my Dusty Rose elbow to my cousins .
He taught me to put ketsup in my beans and on my scrambled eggs .
He thought he could sing like Elvis .
Dairy Queen after school, we bottle fed all the baby calfs, we helped in the pit in the dairy .
I remember when Pop made " 5hit pits " 6 foot by 6 foot of cow poop and we would pretend it was quick sand .
I'm not sure how we survived childhood.
The silos of feed and getting inside the milk tanks.
Not many folks can say they swam in tanks of milk.
Rounding up the cattle with Pop and Dog ,
The smell of iodine, the smell of the hogs ...
The smell of the field when it was cut .
I'm not sure if we ever rode inside a car or truck.
We was always in the back of the truck.
I remember when Conord brought kegs of beer and they got all the hogs drunk .
I remember Pizza Hut on Kingston Pike .
Growing up on a farm and a lake was the ultimate childhood .
I remember when Pop explained to me where a redneck came from and he used my Uncle Glens neck to demonstrate.
Pop had no temper.
There was never one time I ever remember him ever yell at anyone on earth .
He was no Saint but he had no temper.
