What a lovely day we had, roaming the fields of Lamson Farm in Mont Vernon late September. It was precisely how the boys remembered it. A few animals, a few displays, Mac the Knife, hot cider and donuts, hayrides in the wagon pulled by the Pomeroy's tractor, and the obligatory barbequed chicken dinner complete with homemade pies and baked beans. yummmmm! Although I have to say the pies weren't nearly as good this year as they have been in the past.
The farm looked lovely. Seems that they have done some work on the barn in recent years and it was nice to poke my head in to see where I used to play as a child. It is, of course, much smaller than it used to be ... or I suppose I have gotten bigger. I don't know but it is a cool thing to open a door to old fond memories: old Mr. Lamson shuffling from one cow to the next, Blackie the milker who didn't have much white on her, chasing calves through the fields... all good stuff.
Angus had the good fortune to run into bunches of his old classmates. It was delicious to see him smile from ear to ear as old friends came up to him and asked, "Do you know who I am?". I could see Angus rack his brain for a minute but never lose the smile. He would pause momentarily as he searched for the name and when it surfaced to his brain, his eyes would smile too. I think that was the high-light of my day.
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