A chilly walk this morning.
So….I started thinking of what I could post about my past.
And realised something.
All my interesting memories are from marriage number one.
Husband number one was larger than life.
But a larger than life bastard.
Husband number two was only around for twenty months before he passed on.
Husband number three is an introvert.
Not much one can say about an introvert.
They are quiet.
Husband number one introduced me to farming.
Now farming was something that had never crossed my mind.
I was a town girl.
He eased me into it.
The lull before the storm.
The farmhouse was modern.
There was electricity.
There was running water.
It wasn’t too far from town.
I adapted quite well.
I got up very early and bottle fed the calves.
I learned to cut up a pig.
I tried to cut up an ox.
Never did find out what happened to the rump steak.
I only tried that once.
Butchers know what they are doing.
I even bottled stuff.
No, really I did.
I bottled carrots.
They lasted for years.
I couldn’t get the lids off.
Then things went wrong.
A youngster, who lived with us was killed, while working for my husband.
Hubby was a builder.
Leslie was a plumber.
He came home for lunch and collided with a brickfield truck on his way back to work.
Husband number one was an alcoholic.
Something like that will send an alcoholic on a binge of note.
We went insolvent.
And had to move.
And that is when life got extremely interesting.
But that will be another story.
You will have to wait for part two.