Yes....... I made it through another year. Don't you just love birthdays? During our youth they seem to take forever to arrive, then suddenly they seem to come quicker each year. The batteries in the clock that is our life seem to not wear down, but get stronger and the passage of time goes faster.
It's my birthday and I love it! Each one becomes the start of a new adventure. There is no bucket list in my journal, no list of things to accomplish before this body of mine finally wears out and goes the way of my ancestors. My list is for day to day, with a few items to accomplish during the year. This year it's getting my backyard farm established with garden and chickens.
The year in which I came into being, Harry S. Truman was president, U.S. soldiers were being sent to Korea, Pope Pius XII was head of the church in Rome, and I Love Lucy was a new television program. Blocks of ice were delivered for the ice-box, coal was burned to heat the home, jet planes were somewhat new and often broke the sound barrier overhead. My grandmother had her groceries delivered by the corner grocer's son every day or two "on account".
Laura Ingalls Wilder would live another 7 years. Elvis Presley was a schoolboy, Marilyn Monroe's career was just getting started, there were one Union soldier and one Confederate soldier of the U.S. Civil War still living.
What does all this have to do with backyard homesteading? Absolutely nothing. But since it is my birthday I get to celebrate any way I choose. And re-examining the times of my life puts everything into perspective. I have lived through so much of history, and plan to continue on for a long time still. Each time I thought whatever was happening at the moment was so overwhelming, it would prove to be minor compared with things that came later in life (both good or bad).
I love life, my husband and children, my grand-children and dear friends, and I am grateful for each minute and each event that reminds me how fortunate we all are.
Thank you for visiting and taking a minute or two to celebrate with me.
~Kathleen
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