Dear Children,
I don’t know if I ever mentioned it, the Lord blessed me with a very good cook and I am very happy about that. I pray the Lord will bless every one of your families with a good cook. Pauline and I have spent a lot of time on the highway and that means you eat in a lot of restaurants, some of them are very good, many are medium and others are bad. Over all you cant beat a good home-cooked meal put on by a good cook. I must also mention we have stayed in many homes for a week or month at a time and again God blessed us with such good cooks, what a blessing!
I wandered of my track I want to write about goats, good cooks are not goats. As I was walking this morning and thinking what do I want to write to my children today, I thought about my dad, he is not a goat either but there are times I think he got frustrated with a goat. You see at one time we had a goat. I don’t have the least idea where this goat came from. I think God sent this goat to get our goat. All of a sudden he was there and he was a terror. I honestly think he had a demon or at the least a hungry demon because he ate anything and everything. You could not keep him in a fence so he ran loose around the neighborhood. I think the neighbors believed we sent him to torment them. They were always complaining about this goat stealing stuff eating up the cloths from their clothesline, chasing people away, and trying to bunt them when they weren’t looking. He was the terror of the neighborhood. We were always in trouble over this goat.
My dad planted some apple trees and some concord grapes. He tried everything he could think of to make that grapevine grow. I think he even put some pieces of iron around the roots because someone said that would make the grapes come. Each year went by and no grapes. Finally one spring the vine was covered with blossoms it looked wonderful we looked forward to some grapes. The grapes came! Dad had built a rack for the vine to grow on. The rack was kind of like an old ladder made with boards every foot or so apart set at a 45% angle. The rack was covered with grapes and they started to ripen nice big bunches of grapes. One day we went out to check the grapes and they were a mess. That goat climbed up that rack and ate all the grapes and the vine as well. I don’t remember that the grape vine ever came back. My dad was an unhappy camper. I don’t know what happened to the goat. He disappeared.
Well it seems like every now and then a goat comes into our lives. This goat got my fathers goat for sure, maybe we need a goat in our lives now and then. I just hope I don’t have to many of them in fact I think that one goat was enough for me and my dad too.
I pray that you will be spared the goats and if you should have one suddenly appear in your life you will have the wisdom and knowledge of how to deal with it they can sure be a nuisance.
My Love and Prayers,
Love Dad