As promised, The Donkey shares some of The Wife’s intimate journal memories and stories from her childhood experiences on a rural Michigan farm. Grammatical errors and farm-talk left in for effect. (Read the original debate: Down on The Farm?)
It’s another dang hot day! Ma cooked up some grits for breakfast. The day was uneventful until Pa’s overalls came undone again and fell around his ankles. Jed and Beth-Anne laughed like a couple of stuck pigs. I had to admit that it was funny, but my mind was on somethin’ else. New neighbors just moved in and they have something called a television. I climbed up their tree and watched through their window for hours until it was time to come home. The program wasn’t all that interesting though. It was about this girl who lived on a farm with her Pa, Ma, and two sisters. There was this mean girl named Nellie who bothered her. Why don’t someone just come to our farm and make a program? We’re just as interesting.
The new neighbor boy is cute and named Ezekiel. I think he likes me. I climbed down the tree and we talked for 10 minutes. He even let me drink out of the family well. I think somethin’ special is happening.