Seventy five plus 58

So you asked for some stories about when I was a boy. One of the best memories I have are about the animals we had. Cows, Chicken, Pigs, Rabbits and a borrowed Horse, Prince, that we only had for a short time.
The cows were my favorites. We had more than four, but four of them were really my friends. Ole Brown was a guernsy. We had her the longest. She was a very heavy animal but easy to milk. She had no horns and always was ready to have her head rubbed behind her ears. She could jump a fence like a deer and inspite of her weight, never had a doubt that she could make it over the top wire. She delivered one calf that we kept and we named her Fawn. She was pretty and I taught her how to drink out of a bucket. When taking a calf away from its mother, they still need to drink milk. You teach the calf to drink by sticking your finger in its mouth and holding its nose down into a bucket of milk They have no teeth at this stage. As they grow a little older you mix feed in with the milk, and in time they transition into just feed. Hay and water come next. Then there was Bounce. She was a very dark brown high spirited animal and was kind of a Twiggy of the forties in that she was not amply endowed in the faucet area, a real chore to milk. The thing most remembered about bounce was that she loved toast. She would come to the fence by the barn and bellar for toast. Oh yes, she also liked to play king of the hill by climbing to the top of the manure pile and looking down on all the other two and four footed creatures. I`ll fill you in on the other creatures sometime soon.

Seventy five plus 57

Yup, worked again today at the FLC. Framed windows, a door, and installed a little vinyl in a hard to get spot the "experts" chose to miss.
Ate lunch again today at the Algood Diner. It reminds me a little of the Silver Diner in Schenectady where I ate breakfast for a little over three and a half years. The usual order was coffee and a glazed donut. That was all I could afford on my $0.84/hr. salary. For supper I ate on a meal ticket at another diner closer to where I roomed. There I bought a $5.00 meal ticket that would cash in for $6.00 worth of food. Generally I spent less than a dollar a meal and did my best to get the meal ticket to last for a week. My Dad had had a stroke at age 54 and I was obligated to go home nearly every weekend to do what needed to be done since Dad was paralyzed for several months before he slowly began to recover. Schenectady was 144 miles from home and the trip generally took four hours one way, before any interstates were constructed. And for transportation I had purchased a `42 Oldsmobile with payments of $78.54 per month and my room cost me $8.00 per week. And I passed "How to become a Miser" 101 Magna Cum Laude.