Don't Fence Me In

Cynthia, I enjoyed reading your story of the Kansas Fences of your youth. I often visited my relatives in Kansas and was amazed at the wide open prairies. Seemed you could see for miles. Your story triggered many memories of Kansas and especially the beautiful sunflowers. Keep writing and I will keep reading. ebc

Wow, Cindy, you really captured a time and place with your words. Loved this essay.

Nice, Cindy! Did you ever hear the fence story from your Aunt Melba about the pigs? The pigs' pen was made of a single strand of electrified wire. When it was time to take them to market, the "fence" was simply unelectrified and taken down. But those pigs would not be driven across where it had been before! As far as they were concerned, they were still "fenced in." Reminds me of some folks I know. Aunt Carol

Aaah yes, fences. Those three-wired things that I must stretch and repair every spring thanx to the moose, deer, and elk on my mountain. But the feeling of a well preserved fence just warms my cockles when I know my donkey family is safe and sound on their own side, for as they have told me, "the grass isn't any greener, ma, there's just more of it." Kath

I am my mother's daughter. I grew up in the suburbs even though my mother was a country girl. Still, I found a place without fences that I called Cougar Mountain (it was a small hill around a dried up pond) and a forest (later torn down by the dentist's office) where I played, explored and enjoyed the wilds of nature. :)

I hope my children will have similar opportunities.

Kristy - Cynthia Jo Ross' daughter