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The ‘city girl’ in me

April 10, 2013 - Pam Rodgers
Last weekend, my mom and I traveled to Montezuma to visit my grandma. Usually I see Grandma Bev in a large family gathering. While I love it when the whole crew gets together, I also like to get a chance to enjoy a visit in a smaller setting.

Mom and I arrived on Friday and stayed until Saturday evening. I’ve spent many-a-nights there in the past. Friday night's sleeping arrangements were easy to figure out. Mom took the spare bedroom down the hall from grandma’s room, and I took the “north” bedroom, which is a room off the back entryway. The north room was the go to bedroom for my sister and I for overnight Christmas Eve stays.

It’s a great room. It has a nice bed and plenty of space. It’s on the northern edge of the house but the temperature is just right. I usually sleep all night, no problem. However, something I never really thought would happen to me occurred around 5:30 Saturday morning. It’s actually kind of funny now that I think about it.

Allow me to explain.

I am from Garwin. I have no illusions of being a “city girl" in the traditional sense. Yes, I live in town but there is a corn field in the front of my house and bean field in back. My street turns into a gravel road if you drive east long enough, which honestly isn’t that far.

My grandma lives in rural Montezuma on a farm. I have always loved her house. She has tons of open space that was fun to run around and play baseball/softball as a kid with the rest of my cousins.

For a long time, the farm was only “lightly used.” Grandma rented out her fields to a man named Richard. He would have the occasional cow in the lot but for the most part they stood empty. The barns and buildings were more playgrounds for the grandkids rather then houses for farm animals and tractors.

The farm is now being used by my cousin, Luke and his dad, my uncle Rex. They raise cattle and keep bulls, bred heifers, newborn calves and their mothers at grandma’s farm. It’s now the time of year when Luke and Rex take their cattle to the pasture at my uncle's farm.

Here’s where my story begins.

I guess I never truly realized how close the north bedroom was to the barn. (Well the barn isn’t there anymore but it’s will always be a point of reference. See my blog from last July “Memories and sadness” if you want to know what happened to it.)

As I said, I usually sleep really well at grandma’s. But Saturday morning, I woke up around 5:30 a.m. and I couldn’t figure out why. I wasn’t cold or hot. I didn’t feel the need to get up for any reason. It was dark so my sensitivity to light wasn’t an issue. Then, I listened. I could hear a chorus of “moos” coming from outside. In my groggy state, I was startled and confused.

"Had a cow gotten loose in town?"

Logic quickly set in and reminded me where I was and what was most likely happening. Luke and Rex were moving cattle "bright" and early.

Even though growing up in Garwin was pretty similar to living on a farm, we never had livestock outside our house. Therefore I never imagined being woke up by the sound of cows mooing nearby. I guess I have a little city girl in me after all.

 
 

 

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