I remember from my earliest days that Dad wouldn't let us in the cowshed when the cows were being milked. It must have stemmed from the following story. Kerry, covered in mud and cow muck, went crying all the way back to the house and when Mum came out to meet him she said, "You naughty boy, what have you been doing!" She put Kerry in the bath and began to try to clean him up and see if he was injured. Eventually Kerry began to calm down and was able to sob to Mum, "AND THE COW GOT DAD TOO!" Mum was horrified and dropped everything to race to the cowshed fearing the worst. There she found the cows surrounding Dad inside the cowshed. He had a number of fractured ribs and was unable to get up without help. Mum, Dad and Kerry always remembered that day of near tragedy.
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.