Sunday, December 21, 2008


My parents bought a farm with my other aunt and her family. There were eight of us crammed into a tiny two bedroom farmhouse. I guess you do that when you have to. It had a good amount of property and the plan was to eventually sell off plots of land. No crops to speak of, only potatoes (a Finnish staple) and strawberries. There were four cows, and a bull named Mike. Mike once stepped over a chain link fence and it took the help of the neighbours to get him off the road and back home. We also had pigs, piglets, barn cats, and two German Shepherds, Wolf being my favourite. Our neighbours were a Finnish family of poultry farmers. Ironically, they had a dozen children. The oldest boys used to babysit us.

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