I have reached a page of my grandmother’s album which consists, almost entirely, of cows. This makes sense since they lived on a dairy farm but I’m afraid I don’t have much to add…
John Cieslewitz (not Saslavigde) was a farmer who lived nearby. In the Middletown, NY directory from 1925 he’s listed as living ” far off Scotchtown Rd, RD 3″, which I guess was about as specific as you needed to get at that time. I’m not sure who took to calling him “Germany” but records suggest that he immigrated from Poland.
So how about another poem instead? Not a masterpiece but a bovine ditty to break up your other, more stressful, reading.
Cows
1,000 pounds of mass
Emitting methane, saying moo
Tongues that grab at stems and grass
Mouths that chew (and chew and chew)
Stomachs turning grass to milk
All four chambers working hard
‘Ruminating’ like their ilk
While they lie down in the yard
What is black and white all over
And has panoramic sight
Must not eat sweet moldy clover?
Said “A Holstein?” Yes, you’re right!
You can ride ‘em like a horsie
And then when the day is through
Call “Come Bossie! Bossie! Bossie!”
For to bring them home to you.
-Martha Gonzalez
Big hug to you all.
Here’s to bovines! Remember riding them?
Too little to remember but I forgot to mention that we used to have a herd right across the street!
This poem is part of our home school today! We have cows down the road here in Chester, and we like counting how many regular cows, chocolate cows, and dark chocolate cows are out on any given day. (Plus, the kids will be thrilled to know that they’ve met the poet in real life!)
What a huge compliment to be included in your curriculum – thank you! It’s so nice think that you still have cows around and a diverse group, at that. 🙂