It only happened 3 or 4 times in our childhood but tragedy bandied us together in our sadness, and this was especially true if animals were involved,who were totally reliant on us. Our calves never did very well at the calf club days, except for this one year, when Paul had a pedigree calf and it won our school calf club, and then went on to the district calf club day. It was transported on a trailer behind our Uncle Jack's truck with Paul and Dad in the cab. Yes, the rope came loose and it fell onto the road and was killed. Meantime we were all waiting at home after school with pride and great excitement, hoping Paul's pedigree calf had won the district competition. I think Uncle Jack, Dad and Paul were all crying as they came silently into the house. They couldn't speak and Mum had to tell us once she found out. I remember that pain so well.
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.