It was really good to go back to Mom's hometown. We kids hadn't been to Norfolk for six years. Grandma has Alzheimer's, our cousins have grown so much, and Aunt Rose moved to a very pretty house on 15 acres with two horses, two dogs, at least eight cats, and a slew of kids.
We set off those previously mentioned fireworks at Rose and Rick's farm the night before the . The boys were in hog heaven with that, and with the guns. A skunk sprayed the dogs and my cousin's boyfriend ran in the house, grabbed the shotgun, and got rid of it. Ben and Andrew now want to visit the shooting range...It's very country out there. I can see the appeal in the space and quiet and labor, but I know I'm a city kid for sure. The stories of 'coons and cayotes and mountain lions, of buying a cow from the neighbor and curing it in the shed, of jobs in the packing houses and classes in vet tech, all made that perfectly clear to me.
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