I guess it comes from growing up in a farming community in the 40s and 50s. By the way, one thing I did find out after perusing a little ballet on the grass and dirt was that Tom Wolfe's magnifcently funny description of the mating of thoroughbred horses in his big book on Atlanta high mucky-mucks, A Man In Full, was probably a reasonably accurate description.
I found this out from a native Floridian in the Ocala area. Yes, Virginia, there are such people.
Earl and Jane Turnipseed's family have lived in Florida for 4 and 5 generations. That is Earl on the left and my brother Russ on Earl's left. That is some of the detail of the stonework to the right.
There apparently is something about the natural way of breeding horses that is required in order to certify that the foal is also a thoroughbred. He also told me the grass around Ocala is similar to that around Lexington, Kentucky.
They live in this lovely stone house, above, built by his grandfather. I'm not sure who ran the stone filling station, below left, close to the highway. The inscription on the front reads J E Turnipseed & Son, 1933, and Earl is the son of the son referred to. As you can see the filling station still stands but is no longer used.
This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
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