One day my mom and dad thought we needed a cow. My dad had been talking to a farmer that had a lot of longhorn cows. The farmer mentioned that he had a calf he would like to sell. The calf’s mom and sister died by choking on crabapples, and was all alone. He offered to sell the calf to us for only 300 dollars. So my dad, my dad’s friend, my uncle and I all rode in my dad’s truck to the farmer’s house in Grain Valley, Missouri. Once we arrived at the farmer’s house, we saw a bunch of longhorns. We heard them mooing and their horns clanging on the metal fence, “CLANGE, MOO, CLOP.” The calf was cooped up in a chicken coop and she smelled disgusting. My dad’s friend grew up in Missouri his whole life and lived on a farm with cows when he
The people who I look up to is my mom and my dad. Ever since I was born, they helped me with my problem that I have. Every day after school my mom would help me with my homework, because most of the time I don’t understand my assignment, that she knew how to do some math work, because I would forget how to answer my math, while my dad is at work. On his days off me and my dad would sometimes go fishing in the river or a lake, because he would like to spend time with. Other times we would go hunting for deer or bird, because it would be boring if we didn’t do
William Armstrong’s novel, Sounder, takes place in the home of a Southern American sharecropper in the nineteenth century. In the beginning of the book, it describes an image of the father petting his dog, Sounder, in the pouch. The boy asks his father where he first got Sounder. The father explains how Sounder came to him along the road when he was a pup. The boy loves Sounder and thinks no other animal in the world can replace him. He thinks the most impressive thing about Sounder is its bark. It echoes so loudly, clearly, and musically that everyone in the neighborhood can hear it. Then the father tells the boy that they will go hunting with Sounder if it is not windy tonight. After the conversation, the father and the boy go inside where the boy’s mother prepared dinner. The father, the mother, the boy, and three younger children eat together. It is windy after dinner, so the father goes hunt by himself without Sounder and the boy. The mother then shells kernels of walnuts for extra money for the rest of the evening. The boy, with nothing to do, starts dreaming about the Bible’s story his mother often tells him. He dreams about having a flood and all the houses are floating on water then fall asleep. When he wakes up, he notices something he has only smelled twice in his life, ham. The boy notices that his mother is humming as well; she always hums when she is worried. After eating the ham for breakfast, his mother begins mending his father’s overall. At night, the boy feels lonely and keeps wishing to learn to read. He always wishes he can read so he won’t be lonely all the time. After a few days, the family is still eating from the ham bone. At dusk, three white sheriffs enter the cabin and arrest the f...
“Tricky business, fathers and sons. In my case, a lot needed settling,” (7) acknowledges author Craig Lesley in his personal narrative Burning Fence: A Memoir of Fatherhood. This book delves into relationships between fathers and their sons. The introspective writer employs flash-forwards and flashbacks, effectively keeping the reader enrapt and drawing connections between the generations of Lesleys. Near the end of the book, the writer inserts effective concluding thoughts he holds towards his father. While the memoir displays an unhealthy view of unforgiveness, it portrays the importance of a father figure in a child’s life.
Father, computer server engineer, alcoholic, and felon. My dad, Jason Wayne DeHate, has influenced my life, not only genetically, but he has also improved my character and creativity throughout the years. Beginning at age two, I was cultured with profanity spit from rappers such as Eminem. While my mother was at work we had multiple videotaped “jam sessions” and coloring time that allowed for the foundation of friendship we have today. The jam sessions consisting of me mumbling and stumbling in front of the television, as he was “raising the roof” from his lazyboy. Since then, he has taught me how to rollerblade, change wiper blades, and play my favorite sport, tennis. Along with influencing my leisure activities and the music I enjoy, his prominent personality allows me to grow as a person. Being the only male figure in my immediate family, I
Joseph M. Marshall – The Day the World Ended At Little Bighorn (New York: Viking Penguin, 2006
One month into their adventure, all seemed well. The heat was bearable, the food was still fresh, and they were almost across the Arkansas border, into Oklahoma. Jim awoke to the sound of gunshots across the river, on a small island, with each building made out of wood. He saw four men, three with guns and one with a cannon, shooting off their weapons. With the br...
I am sitting in the passenger side as my dad is driving, and we are on our way to my grandpa's land which is located about 25 minutes east of Dubuque. First thing we do when we get there is to finish putting on our coats, and then to grab our bows out of the back, then I close my door softly. Walking through the open field I have dead weeds and tall grass crunching under my boots, and at the end of the field we reach a barbed wire fence that we crawl under. Then we cross under a bunch of pine trees and go about 30 yards into the woods to where my tree stand sits. Then my dad tells me good luck and he heads down into the gully where his stand is located. So I then climb the 12 foot ladder and sit on the seat and put on my safety belt and get my arrow ready on the bow string. I survey the land and look for any movement, so I look to the left where there is another set of pine trees, then I look in front of me into the first set of pine trees don't see anything yet. Then I hear a sound of crunching leaves and immediately look to my right and sure enough there is a big doe getting ready to cross the fence 15 yards away.
Growing up, my father’s absence played a major factor in my stride for success. His absence was the scapegoat for why I always felt like I may not be good enough – or why I’d be looked at as an outcast. I’ve always made it my first priority to overcome his negligence by attempting to do my best in school – earning good grades, joining school clubs, giving back to the community. However, never did I receive the recognition I’ve always dreamed of and never was I satisfied with my outcome, but never did I think that I would find through the one who seized it all.
This one time, I was coming home from school and I found one of my neighbors cows in the middle of giving birth. She was having trouble so I tried several times to pull the baby cow out but I couldn’t. So I took my pants off and tied one leg around the calf’s head and the other around its neck. The calf soon comes out but then the mother was still in trouble. She is having trouble breathing. I shoved my hand way down the cow’s throat and I find a goiter. I try to pull the ball out, but instead she bites me and drags me all over the countryside.
One day my momma took me and my sister to her God Mother’s house, meanwhile me and Makenzie was playing a game on my phone. Makenzie and I got to Kizzy’s God Mother’s house. Kizzy and I got out of the car and said, “Bye Momma”. Our momma, “Bye guys, see you later”. Kizzy and I went in her God Mom’s house. One hour later Kizzy asked, “Jeffery, do you want to go outside?” I said, “Sure”. When Kizzy and I got outside, Kizzy asked “Jeffery can you teach me how to ride a bike?” I said no problem.
Everybody has something important to them, whether it’s school, an organization, a sport, or in my case, a treasured family background. Growing up on the farm, I’ve learned countless life lessons that turned out to be more valuable than imaginable, and I’ve somehow been fortunate enough to meet incredible people and experience unbelievable opportunities, such as becoming FFA President and planning out my future. During my early childhood, my mom worked on the weekends, and my dad worked throughout the week. On Saturdays and Sundays, my dad would take me to church with my grandparents, and we spent a majority of our time together at their farm.
After stumbling upstairs I go to the computer and turn on Da Yoopers’ “Da turdy Point Buck”, the song our family must listen to before we head out the door and into the woods. With the song blaring through the house, I walk into my brother’s room, turn the lights on, rip the covers from his bed, and narrowly escape a swift kick from his leg. After a breakfast of pancakes my brother and I jump into his truck and head for the hills. We own 120 acres three miles from the house, so we must drive to our destination. Any other morning there would be no vehicles on the road, but this particular morning we pass about ten other trucks all taking their passengers to their particular hunting spots.
The girl took great pride in the fact that she helped her father with the chores on the farm. Her main chore was to water the foxes. Laird would help with a small watering can though he would usually spill most of his water. The girl would also help her father when he would cut the long grass around the fox pens. He would cut it and she would rake it up. He would then throw the grass on top of the pens to keep the sun off of the foxes. The entire fox pen was well thought out and well made. The foxes were fed horsemeat, which could be bought very cheap. When a farmer had a dying horse her father would pay for the horse and slaughter it. Her father was very ingenious with his fox farm and the girl was obviously impressed. She was proud to work with her father. One time while her father was talking to a salesman he said, “Like you to meet my new hired man.” That comment made her so happy, only to have the salesman reply that he thought it was only a girl.
One person that I care for very deeply is my dad. He is The reasons he means so much to me is because he helps me whenever I need help, plays sports with me, and he is just like one of my friends.
I was once a strong resilient grain seed, me and my brothers would bask in the sun all day and at night we would get our much needed water. Then one day the cows got out of the barn and started heading for my brothers and I. Being attached to the stem we could do nothing as we watched our friends in the next stem get eaten alive. As we watched in horror another cow came up from behind and grasped us with its horrible tongue, we were pulled into its cavernous horrible mouth dripping with saliva. Almost instantly my brothers and I were drenched in the horrible liquid lubricating us and impregnated us with saliva. As we were masticated ruthlessly and swallowed we realized that this was a ruminant animal, with this information we came to terms with the fact that we were all going to die and be digested whereas a monogastric animal would have just passed us through basically unharmed.