Neigh­bors, fam­ily are very im­por­tant to a feller’s well-be­ing

Westside Eagle-Observer - - OPINION - Bill is the pen name used by the Gravette-area au­thor of this weekly col­umn. Opin­ions ex­pressed are those of the au­thor. By Bill

Na­ture takes its course, at times like a light­ning strike. A good, young cow, four years old and in per­fect bod­ily con­di­tion, laid down to de­liver a calf and died. The calf was par­tially de­liv­ered and I was wait­ing to see if as­sis­tance was going to be needed when I re­al­ized there seemed to be no move­ment from the cow. Sure enough, she died in the process. I pulled the calf, took the lit­tle bull to the barn and tubed him with a pack of fake colostrum and took it on the chin. Man, I hate to lose a good cow.

Life is very frag­ile and we some­how over­look that. We put our­selves and oth­ers in dan­ger­ous sit­u­a­tions many times a day. Drive to town or just down a paved road and you don’t know what or who is com­ing to meet you, maybe head-on. Mow a field of hay, and a storm sev­eral miles away can send a strike of light­ning to fry you as you sit un­der the cloud­less sky. Sit down to eat a good steak, in­hale as a cough takes shape and suck a piece of meat into the esoph­a­gus and die within a few min­utes. Well, life is frag­ile.

My close rel­a­tive cooked and cooked as if we needed to feed a har­vest crew. Then we packed it up and went to the fe­male off­spring’s home for La­bor Day. The hol­i­day, any hol­i­day, is be­com­ing a fa­vorite thing of mine. I have al­ways en­joyed be­ing with the fam­ily and eat­ing more than a hu­man should; but as I age, and I do age, I think I ap­pre­ci­ate it even more. The grands are very en­ter­tain­ing and be­gin­ning to change so fast. The last of the lit­ter is not a tot any­more and I wish for an­other one. But the day was a darn good one, and I am still full!

I saw about a hun­dred trucks pulling boats headed to the near­est wa­ter­hole on Satur­day. I would bet, if I were a bet­ting man, that un­clut­tered wa­ter was hard to find on Satur­day and Sun­day. Some had to work on Mon­day, so that might have cleared a foot or two. I can’t say I ever liked to go boat­ing. The mo­tor never failed to fail on the one I was in. I am sorta a land­lub­ber any­how!

We have fin­ished hay­ing, I think. This was an un­or­di­nary sum­mer, and God blessed us with all we could need. I have enough stored to sell a few bales if some­one needs to buy in the late win­ter to fin­ish up feed­ing. We have seen the time when win­ter was so hard and cold that we were still feed­ing well into the end of March. Re­mem­ber the snow of March 11, 1968? I will never ever for­get that one.

It is my opin­ion, and ev­ery­one has one, neigh­bors and fam­ily are very im­por­tant to a feller’s well be­ing. We are herd an­i­mals and de­sire com­pany and feel safe and peace­ful when we are with oth­ers, most of the time. I am so happy to go into the cof­fee em­po­rium and see a bunch at the ta­ble, come to the house and see folks in the kitchen, or en­ter the front door and see the pews full at church. We need friends and fam­ily! Hope you all have a bunch!

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