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A Farm Mom’s Remembrance of Earth Day April 22, 2013

By Pennee Murphree, Guest Blogger to Julie’s Fresh Air

Editor’s Note: Since today is Earth Day, this remembrance of Mom’s On the Farm is a good celebration of this day.

I’ve been reading about “Earth Day” all week. Everyday is “Earth Day” on the farm.

We had a particularly fun “Earth Day” one summer quite a few years ago when the kids were still in the “wear your Speed-O swimsuit all day stage.” Remember we are talking Arizona. We had our own very large personal water tank which supplied our home with water that we pumped into the tank. The water was so sandy that eventually the tank would have more sand in it then water so we would pump out the water, cut a hole in the bottom of the tank, crawl into it and shovel out the sand. Lots of wet sand and lots of shoveling.

 

After the shoveling our 4 kids and the 4 or 5 cousins and friend’s kids usually staying with us for the summer played in the sand all day, rolling in it, throwing it, building sand castles and covering themseves in it from head to toe and then posing as statues. When I finally hosed them all off  in the front yard they had the cleanest, softest skin you ever saw and they were happy kids. Now that was an “Earth Day.”

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1. Janet Barr - April 25, 2006

Country girl, Sneaky Snake
by Janet Barr

Growing up in rural New Jersey, my two brothers and I were surrounded by creepy crawlers of every description. Much to my mother’s chagrin, my dad, who considered himself quite the herpetologist, kept a variety of snakes and other critrters, venomous as well as non-venomous, tucked away inside the little country bungalow we called home. I played with them regularly, but had never caught one of my own. That all changed one day when I noticed something wiggling in the dry leaves in the woods near our house. A snake! A bright green mini-snake with long yellow stripes running from its tiny head to its tail. The pursuit was on. I was a little faster then than I am now, so moments later the little squirmer was cupped gently between my two hands. I felt him wiggling and I knew I couldn’t hold him long. Hanging onto my prize with one hand, I rummaged through a nearby garbage pit and came up with a rusty can. After carefully depositing my treasure in the can, I rushed home to show my father. Unfortunately, one of the holes was rusted through and when I tried to unveil my treasure, the can was empty. My prize had slithered away but, more than 60 years later, the excitement of catching my first snake is still fresh.

2. Julie’s Fresh Air » Lifestyle Tip: Get Dirty - June 3, 2006

[...] This reminds me of my brothers when they’d build their roads, canals and bridges in the dirt. Mom already told a story on us getting covered from head to foot in mud. And, what kid hasn’t made mud pies. [...]