Edith, Meet Bessie
One of my friends is descended from a long line of Norse Vikings. Another is descended from a long line of Lebanese camel herders. Edith is descended from a long line of Delawarean dairy farmers. A few weeks ago we took her to get in touch with her roots by visiting the cows on her great-grandfather's farm. As you can see, they hit it off. In fact, given her obliviousness to our German shepherd mix, Bismarck, who after all is about the same size, we were surprised she keyed in on the calves so quickly. It must be in the genes.
The cows on Pop-pop Hopkins' farm are the reason Edith's name is not "273." Last winter we were talking to a friend about the difficulty we were having coming up with names for a girl.
"One of the problems," I explained, "is that Tom comes from a large dairy farm family, and many names are already taken."
"Oh," said the friend. "How many cows are there?"
2 comments:
aaah! The cuteness, I can't stand it! :) Will E. be knitting with us this weekend or does she have more farm friends to visit?
I'm proud to understand your obscure glee club references. Are Erik and Gabe aware that their heritage is being used in this way?
Julia will also be descended from dairy farmers, and we have decided not to name her "500 heads".
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