I think the USPS eventually got around to using a roadname and number.
sara, this is true of my dad's small town. My aunt was on the township board so when it came time to giving roadnames, she used her family's names!
Glory ,'Potential'
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I think the USPS eventually got around to using a roadname and number.
sara, this is true of my dad's small town. My aunt was on the township board so when it came time to giving roadnames, she used her family's names!
My exurban college roommate's father totally pulled a Tom Sawyer on me and got me to help get the pool ready for summer, but I caught on before he got me to mow the lawn. "Have you ever driven a riding mower?" "OMG! I never have!! ...wait."
My paternal grandfather would have become a shepherd if he hadn't run away to America at the age of 13, and my maternal great-great grandmother was a goatherd in the Swiss-Italian Alps. That's as close to anything remotely farmlike as any of my family history gets (that I know of--since we were mostly small town or country peasants pre-US, there may have been tiny plots of land and family vegetable gardens involved somewhere along the way).
My mom was raised on a dairy farm, and Dad was also raised on a farm, but it was a small one for mostly family food. Grandpa A's main income came from various jobs he had around town, up to and including being a janitor at Stateville Penitentiary at one point.
maternal great-great grandmother was a goatherd in the Swiss-Italian Alps.
Was she a lonely goatherd?
My grandparents were all dairy farmers. I think all my great-grandparents were too....
In other news, I love that the Harry Potter trial judge invoked Bleak House! I love Bleak House. [link]
Dairy farmers' grandchildren represent!
high-fives tommyrot
Was she a lonely goatherd?
Lady-o-de-lay-he-o-de-lay-he-hoo!
I lived in cities (well, the Alabama version of cities) during the school year and worked on my grandparents' farm in the summers. The only animals they had were chickens, though, and after a certain point, they'd only set aside a few small patches for vegetables (and scuppernongs) while most of the fields were pine trees. So, not that much work. Clearing kudzu. Fixing the fence. Picking beans. I had a lot of time to myself.
Edit:
I love Bleak House.
Me, too!
Jarndyce v. Jarndyce? If we're to play in British law-geekery, I must insist on everybody wearing funny wigs.
Pretty much no farm heritage at all.
I think this is true of 95% of New England. Then again, we are the latte-driving, Volvo-eating, sushi-drinking commie perverts of political fame. All-city Kansas is probably a little bit rarer.