“YOU OLD GOAT”

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PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie

“Summer visits, six years to nine, climbing apple tree, goat’s milk, making butter, feeding the goats, playing with kids,” 

I chuckled as I wrote.   Old home site memories.  No buildings remained.  The grave stone was a new fixture.  Grandma and Pappy let me roam free on their acreage.  Their goat herd was particularly appealing.  I remember Grandma affectionately saying, “You old goat,” every time Pappy would pull a trick on me – or her.

“You old goat” is not on the stone, but it was timely that an old goat had wandered into the area as I sat with my remembrances.

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

Thanks to Rochelle for the 100 word picture prompt challenge.

https://rochellewisoff.com/

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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12 Responses to “YOU OLD GOAT”

    • oneta hayes says:

      Patty, almost everything I write for challenges is fiction. No truth to this piece. However, we did have goats when I was a child because my baby brother had to have goat’s milk to live. According to mom, goat’s milk saved his life. One time, Old Nanny – our milk giver – had babies. I excitedly told my brother that “Old Nanny had some puppies.” Mom laughed and told Daddy. I didn’t know what was so funny.

  1. pranabaxom says:

    That goat must be an offspiring of the old herd.

  2. Cute story, Oneta.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  3. Faye says:

    I love your clever stories. Thank you.

  4. The David says:

    Love the “old goat” you are married to…

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