--- In rust@y..., "Laurie Hoffman" <thedjsdaughter@s...> wrote:
Here's my fav's, off the top of my head:
Go to the country, take the dog,
Look at the sky without the smog
See the world laugh
at the farmers feeding hogs...
Eat hot dogs!
What a piiiiiity
That the people from the ciiiiiiity
Can't relate, to the slower things
That the country brings.
Wow! Laurie, Thanks! This reminds me so much of when our Daddy took
us to the farm in Italy in '62. We spent six weeks there. It was
great, showed us where we came from, who we are. We saw how Dad's
family had a self-sufficient farm with the only outside trading being
with the village coop. The village pooled their exports, shared and
traded with each other. My Nonno kept a small photograph on the
outside of the kitchen door. I asked Dad who it was and he said it's
his great grandfather, who immigrated from Czechoslovakia to Italy.
He laughed a few years later when I reminded him that we
were "cancelled Czechs". ;>)
This past week I called on a computer teckie to help me get my new
email site and cable internet server up-and-running. I asked him what
nationality he is and he said that he doesn't know 'cause he was
adopted when very young. He looks Native to me. I told him about how
I spent a summer near two Indian res's and fell in love with the
Native people and their ways. Told him how I paid a Native woman in
advance for a buckskin jacket and when it hadn't arrived four months
later, she said she was waiting for her Old Man to kill a Caribou. I
suggested that she tell him how moose will follow hunters from down-
wind at the rear, and he could double-back on the moose staying out
of the wind, making him an easy target. She replied "Hey! he knows a
better way. He just builds a long fence and waits there, then shoots
the biggest buck that stops for the fence."
To make a long story short, I told him that the beautifull, fringed,
buckskin jacket arrived in the mail three weeks after I wrote her the
letter.
I told him how my sis did a trace on a neice of ours who had been
secretly put up for adoption, and she found her and she's once again
a part of our family.
I'm hoping that this computer teckie who I believe to be Native will
do a search too. He should find his ancestors and get them to take
him out onto their homeland on a ski-doo for a month and not bring
any of the Whiteman's prepared food along. Teach him how to trap
rabbits and stuff, pick berries, fish and live off the land.
I think I'll go tell my daughters all about the farm in Italy, the
Czech great-great grandfather, the farming methods they used, and
give them a few Italian recipes. Try and slow this deal down with all
the processed convenience foods and stuff. Tell them how my horse
once reared up at a hunter who held a loaded, cocked rifle, how the
old mare was tryin' to protect me from a bullet, take it herself if
necessary. Gina did some visiting with the Native people in Bolivia a
few years back so maybe I'll do this with Courtney, maybe get her out
on the trails a couple of times, get her back to the country.
Tx again fer the kool lyrics, Laurie and Tx especially to Neil!
fRed Sun
