Another friend recently posted a story from his youth and the visits to his grandma.

It reminded me of my Sunday and long summer visits to my great aunts in Faxon. Wonderful smothered Guinea hen ,corn on the cob out of the garden and the best homemade rolls you have ever tasted. An unbelievable dessert of strawberry short cake or her signature sour cream chocolate cake definitely helped develop my sweet tooth.

When they came to Oklahoma they got their farm through the lottery. At first instead of a well they had a cistern which was right next to the house. The top of the cistern was cement and it always puzzled me why they would not let me play on that cement. They kept worrying that it would fall in and I would end up in the cistern and drown. I've never heard of a cement lid falling in. Anyway that meant I couldn't play jacks or skip rope because everything else was dirt.

I hope most of my friends had the joy of living and growing up on a farm or at least visiting a real one . There is nothing else in the world quite like it.