May 26, 2007

A Repost of sorts....

HomefrontSix has this hysterical post about pets, children and well......the chain of life. (Links fixed - thanks HFS!)

It reminded me of a story I've told a hundred times and posted a couple of years ago. In honor of HFS, and since I have some new readers I thought I'd repost it again today.

Where's T-Bone?

The Cheesemistress serves as a muse again! This post spun off a memory that always puts a smile on my face.

Back in my first life I had a granddaughter. Three actually. Oh - I was only 27 but I was still Gamma. The oldest was a beauitful, smart as a whip little angel - Alyssa. What a trip she was.

Anyway, as I've mentioned before, we raised beef cattle. Just a small operation - enough for our families and some friends. And we started out small. Real small. We started out with 1. His name was T-Bone.

T-bone quickly became the family pet. Except for me. Having been around farm animals most of my life I knew better. But no one listened to me.

Ex would take Alyssa out and let her play with T-Bone. Ride him like a pony. Every time she came over that was the first thing she had to do. Go out and play with T-Bone.

Well, as was bound to happen the day finally came around that T-Bone went to the butcher. No one told Alyssa - I figured it was his responsibility. Lucikly for us she missed the loading and hauling of off old T-Bone. But she was there when he came home!

I had made, ironically enough, some t-bones on the grill for dinner that night. Made all the appropriate stuff to go with it,a celebration of sorts, but T-Bone was the guest of honor.

Ex had just brought in the steaks and Alyssa came running into the kitchen - Gamma! Gamma! Where's T-Bone? Where is he? I wanna ride!

Ex: Here Alyssa. Try this.

Alyssa: Ohh that's very good steak Papa. But where's T-Bone? I miss him.

Ex: Here, try another piece.

And on it went. I had to leave the room. I didn't know how I would explain to this sweet 4 year old why Gamma was laughing so hard.

He never did tell her what happened to T-Bone. My response was always - "Ask your Papa."

Cruel? Maybe - but damn that was some good meat. Let me tell you!

Posted by Tammi at May 26, 2007 09:04 AM | TrackBack

I was raised on a farm... you do learn very quickly not to name the calves, chickens, rabbits, hogs, etc... only the horses, and some of them are sold and gone as well.

But it's a great way to grow up! :)

Posted by: pam at May 26, 2007 10:52 AM

When Elderspawn was really little I taught him the food names of the animals before he knew their real names.

(Grau points at a cow) "Look! It's a beef!"

Posted by: Graumagus at May 26, 2007 12:16 PM

Don't know why I don't have permalinks available. Sorry!

Posted by: HomefrontSix at May 26, 2007 02:05 PM
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