Ruth Robinson
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Watch Your Fanny Here Comes Hammy
Oh so many years ago on Dad's farm I was just a young girl. I remember the warm summer nights, the smell of the tall grass in the field and good olé' Brownie the Bull. There were also goats, cats and dogs. Most of these things were all a part of everyday life but the thing I remember most is the momma pig. Dad called her Hammy. Hammy the Pig. I really didn't know why until much later but I just thought it was a cute name. My experience that year was such that I would never ever forget. Mind you, I didn't know she was pregnant. What I did know was she just loved it when I sat on the fence and used a two by four to scratch her back. Her reaction was both funny and fulfilling. She was always sad to see me leave. We were buddies. I think I was her best friend.
By Ruth Robinson5 years ago in Humans
Stuffalo, A Little White Buffalo
{This story was written in 2000 by me for my granddaughter Jellybean. I wanted her to learn the love of being over the road even though she couldn’t go. The stories were to help her grow in love and appreciation of people from all walks of life. The last chapter written is dedicated to a little boy who was born to die. His love for horses set the stage. This builds the imagination and love for life itself. Now she tells her children stories.}
By Ruth Robinson5 years ago in Families
No Time for Anything
Mom was just sitting there staring out over the neighborhood. She was holding her necklace in her hand. Her face glazed over in disbelief. Jr took Julia from my arms. He could see the look on my face was one that showed I didn’t need to be holding her right now. I had no tears, just shock. People were walking by all as if in a daze. Many questions pouring into the minds people trying to figure out the things that just transpired. The only noise heard was that of water spewing up like an old geyser. It sounded like it came from the other side of the street. Did it really happen? What happened? It seems like we were just sitting around the dining room table. I can remember it all so very clearly.
By Ruth Robinson5 years ago in Families
