September 1, 2014

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"The Bucket List"

As a young boy during the 50s, we lived and made our livelihood on an ol’ hill farm. We grew to expect disaster as an everyday occurrence, whether it related to the crops or livestock.  Many times we may have lost a new born calf, chicken, an old dog, or horse. We were sad when these events happened, but since we were living on a farm, the death of an animal was not uncommon. We stoically termed these happenings as “kicking the bucket.”  The death was a natural process of life and there was no use in burying ourselves in self-pity and sadness, because nothing could be done.