tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post4120855481253836453..comments2024-03-08T21:26:51.950+08:00Comments on A geriatric grandmother: WHISPERS FROM WARICKSHIRE Mimsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00249766510078357225noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post-79649130461728507812014-07-10T13:25:10.843+08:002014-07-10T13:25:10.843+08:00I repeat what I said above....perhaps soil was dra...I repeat what I said above....perhaps soil was dragged into the hole and make it more shallow.Mimsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00249766510078357225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post-34450773279289302022014-07-10T13:24:31.786+08:002014-07-10T13:24:31.786+08:00I think it would but farmers get on with their liv...I think it would but farmers get on with their lives and I am sure put those events behind them.Mimsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00249766510078357225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post-78407011676765639762014-07-10T13:24:01.339+08:002014-07-10T13:24:01.339+08:00I've been pondering that as well and am thinki...I've been pondering that as well and am thinking that perhaps as they dragged the poor dead creature into the hole a lot of soil may have gone in as well thus making the hole shallower than it was. Just a thought.Mimsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00249766510078357225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post-4791418764465789772014-07-10T13:23:04.359+08:002014-07-10T13:23:04.359+08:00We have to accept sadnesses in life along with the...We have to accept sadnesses in life along with the good things which fortunately seem to outnumber the bad.<br />Mimsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00249766510078357225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post-77185658739431589612014-07-10T13:22:15.146+08:002014-07-10T13:22:15.146+08:00I am sure it was easier to say goodbye more quickl...I am sure it was easier to say goodbye more quickly than to see a dear friend buried.Mimsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00249766510078357225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post-26031307250957619192014-07-09T21:44:29.215+08:002014-07-09T21:44:29.215+08:00that would be one of those memories that sticks wi...that would be one of those memories that sticks with you for a lifetimeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post-37676456032402305102014-07-09T17:12:42.697+08:002014-07-09T17:12:42.697+08:00Hari OM
Having farming family I can recall somethi...Hari OM<br />Having farming family I can recall something similar involving a sheep; it was quite simply that grandad hadn't measured the animal before hand. However I do believe they hauled the animal out and continued digging... though with a horse that would have been a rather larger task and this would have been a logical option...though I am inclined to think that this would have been noticed before backfill and therefore the lower joints could in fact have remained with their owner! (Just realised River was thinking along those same lines... perhaps it takes a woman...) YAM xxYamini MacLeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18383916589808462620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post-543368145066482802014-07-09T13:45:32.389+08:002014-07-09T13:45:32.389+08:00It is sad but that's life in the country. I fi...It is sad but that's life in the country. I find it odd they didn't notice the feet sticking up as they were packing in the dirt, instead of after they'd finished. Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post-60261692702291341422014-07-09T11:58:45.778+08:002014-07-09T11:58:45.778+08:00Yes it is sad, but so much of life is. Ignoring t...Yes it is sad, but so much of life is. Ignoring the sad parts doesn't make them go away.Elephant's Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650565833097914052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704657209559170713.post-2724035082589004832014-07-09T11:35:15.124+08:002014-07-09T11:35:15.124+08:00Memory-evoking post, Mimsie. When I was a kid in t...Memory-evoking post, Mimsie. When I was a kid in the 1950's, my sister and I found our beloved 30-year-old plow-horse, Pat, dead beside the barn. My sister could not be consoled and I was sad too until the tallow works truck came and wenched poor Pat onto its bed by cable --I was amazed by technology. Boys and girls are very different emotionally but I'm sure sister and I were equally relieved we didn't have to bury Pat. Geo.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com