I did some organizing about a month ago and found some of my old journals from when I was between the ages of 10 and 13. I’ve been home sick for 3 days so I have some extra time on my hands; I’ve been reading my entries and dying laughing. As an adult I am not one for flowery emotions and drama – I am pretty practical and nonchalant. It seems I was that way as a kid too. One of my favorite books growing up was ‘Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret’: a book that details the thoughts and emotions of a 6th grade girl. Boys, bras, periods, family disputes and everyday emotions. I wasn’t so much like Margaret as I didn’t really ‘journal’ so much, I more ‘documented’ the daily going ons in our house.
Below is one of the entries from my journal. To give you a better understanding here a few additional details:
I grew up on a hobby farm. We had a few horses, a few cows, pigs and some chickens. We only had female cows. If Dad wanted one of the heifers to get pregnant he would need to call Joe Van De Valk and ask him to come over when she was in heat. Joe Van De Valk is not a bull from a local farm, he is an Artificial Inseminator. Joe was somewhat deaf so he spoke in a not typical manner (which was great as I love to do impersonations of people and I can do a humdinger impersonation of Joe). Once we got older we had a great nickname for him ‘The County Cow F*&cker’
Saturday, October 5th, 1991 (I was 11)
“Joe Van de Valk came over today. I woke Dad up because he was taking a nap when I saw his van pull in the driveway. Dad and I went up to the barn. When we got there Joe pulled out a catalogue with pictures of bulls in it. He said ‘Jesus Christ Leonel I got some real nice stuff today. That fella there (pointing at a picture of a bull from Ontario) he has some beauty calves. Throws big ones.’ (insert – just like a modern day sperm bank Dad would choose the sperm from the most suitable bull). Joe then put on a glove that went up to his arm pit. After that he pulled a long rod from what looked like a bucket with dry ice in it. He then took his arm with the rod in his hand and put it up the cows bum. Ginger bawled. After some poking and prodding he took his arm out. The glove was full of hot steamy manure. After Joe left Dad and I went into town and picked David up at basketball. When we got back it was lunchtime and Dad made us cream peas on toast (like he always does when Mom is working).’
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