02/25/2018
When I was a girl, we knew what every Sunday would entail. We would get up to a breakfast of pancakes. We never had these except on Sunday, but we always had them that day. After that, it was off to Sunday school and church. When we came home, my grandmother would have dinner (not called lunch back in those days, but dinner) ready. We always had either fried chicken or chicken and dumplings. When we were done with dinner, Grandmother, Grandaddy, my brother and I would all pile into Granddaddy’s truck and go “loafin”. That meant we would go wherever the road took us with absolutely no destination in mind. Those days are so sweet in my mind. The other day, I had some extra time so I decided to “go loafin”. I had a great afternoon especially when I pulled over to visit with all of these animals. What a great farm. My pics aren’t the best, but there were gorgeous roosters, quacking ducks, beautiful sheep that baaad to me and goats that mostly ignored me. I really loved the tractor with it’s red wheels. My grandparents would have enjoyed my afternoon as much as I did. Everyday, I am so thankful for their legacy, in both the big things but also the small ones, like “loafin”.