Moo in the Morning – NaNoPoblano 2019 – Day # 8


Moo in the Morning – NaNoPoblano 2019 – Day # 8 


Place: In-law’s house in the country, or at least at the edge of their little town.

Year: Maybe around 1970 or so.

We lived in another state at the time, but would once in awhile make a trip down to see my in-laws. They moved around a lot, from one old house to another, so each time it was a different experience.

This place, as with most of the others was old fashioned, and run down. It had no air conditioning, as most of them didn’t. In the summer time in Texas, you really need one, though. They had portable fans, which only stirred the stultifying hot air around the rooms. We sweated – a lot.

I can’t remember what we found to do, exactly, but probably my husband went off with his dad to the mechanic shop. My MIL and Sister-In-Law and I stayed around the house. I do remember us making crafts out of colorful foam rubber – making those things we called ‘fridgies’. They had books of patterns to make. We’d cut the foam out, and attach little stick on magnets to the back. They were to be hung on the refrigerator as decorations. I made a butterfly.

At the evening time, I’m sure we cooked supper, and watched TV. I do remember some of those really old country western, black & white music variety shows. I really didn’t like that kind of music.

There wasn’t enough beds, so the mister slept on the couch, and I had to share with my MIL. Weird, of course. We’d bring the fan into the bedroom, and also the windows would be open, hoping for a breath of air. And, it does cool off a bit after dark.

First thing in the morning, after an uncomfortable night, it actually was nice for a few minutes.

The house was cooler, and dim in that time right before sunrise. We’d finally quit sweating, and so I would get up to look out the window. Only pasture land out there, and cows. The cows were close to the house and were mooing. Such a peaceful sound. There were also chickens clucking and roosters crowing.

That was my favorite memory of those days. The cows looking over the wire fence at me, and mooing. 🙂





Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS


10 responses »

  1. What a wonderful memory. I never heard cows mooing in the morning, but I think that would be very pleasant, with the windows open. Come to think of it, I haven’t heard a cow moo in a long time. Maybe I would settle for that. Great post.

    • Thanks, Katherine!
      It is fun to remember some things. I’m kind of in a mood to do some more, as they come to me.
      Yeah, cows are pretty cool, and most times they look pretty contented out in the pastures. 🙂

      • I used to think they were all the same cows, year after year. I suppose they might be, on a dairy farm. Do you ever wonder what happens to their friskiness as calves??

      • Yeah, some of the cows we see might be the same ones for quite awhile. As for not being as frisky as a calf, when they get grown up I guess the settle down – hah – like we do! 🙂

    • Yes, they sure do. I always wanted to live on a farm, and all the animals would be my pets. Never got to, but it sure seems peaceful out there away from the city noises. 🙂

    • That was the only time it was nice – very early morning. East TX where they lived is so humid, and I’m more used to the dry West TX heat. It was bad, when even the surfaces in the house were hot to the touch! (one more story I’ll tell later – we visited in the winter time … exact opposite – we froze!)

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