A&M Ranch

Subtitle

Blog

THe Lango Ranch

Posted on January 9, 2020 at 9:40 AM

There is something about land I really love. Funny thing is..remember back 26 yearsa go, how I said i liked the city growing up with concrete...but maybe it was because I also had opportunity to play in the dirt as well.

Yesterday, when I was out working in the yard, trimming the pomegranate tree, I thought how I much preferred taking care of my land over some tedious inside responsibilities I have.

Maybe it is in my DNA. My grandparents were farmers and had vineyard. We called it 'the ranch". My many cousins and I would go almost every Sunday to play at "the ranch.". I loved the Thanksgiving dinners, where we'd all sit around a ranch table and eat. My mom was one of 16 kids, so that made for a lot of cousins. There were 40 of us first cousins in all, however, we all didn't show up on Sunday at the same time. We were the baby boomer generation, so there were a few of us born ever year and it was like having siblings. Since, I didn't have sisters, I had girl cousins to play with who were close to my age. 

One of our favorite times was swimming in the ditch. Looking back, I can't believe we did this. In todays standards, people would say it was filthy and no way would they let their kids swim there. However, this is what we did back in the day. There were no concrete walls in the ditch so it was easy to climb out. We always had older cousins with us. (I still believe this is where I built up my immunities as today I rarely get sick.) 

When the ditch was dry, I would love to go on adventures with one of my cousins. I wanted to explore for hidden treasures that were left behind in the ditch. I'd also like to walk out to the railroad tracks where we heard the 'hobo's lived. I dreamt of being a hobo one day to hop on a train and go on an adventure. 

I never imagined I'd be on a new adventure, building our own ranch. 


Categories: None

Post a Comment

Oops!

Oops, you forgot something.

Oops!

The words you entered did not match the given text. Please try again.

0 Comments

go back to the top