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| David Kellam's page just for LUCYs |
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| The first Lucy I remember was a cow. Don't ask what kind because I do not know. I remember a lot about my Grandparents farm back to 1955 and there was a Lucy. Bony hips and shoulders, a large stomach that I am sure was the cause of her being sway back, big feet ( I know. Cows have hooves), horns, BIG brown eyes, and a tongue that felt like 80 grit sand | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| paper. At night Lucy stayed in a barn close to the house and when weather permitted she was taken out to pasture durning the day. She could have found the pasture and the barn on her own but Granddaddy insisted someone escorted her whenever she had to be moved. That is how I know about the hooves. She had this thing about wanting to be in front and by hanging onto her chain it would pull me in close to her side. This is when I would get stepped on by those big feet. And being in the country the only time you wore shoes was during the winter, going to church, going to school and going to town (sometimes). | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| I don't know how many calves Lucy had but she kept us supplied with milk and butter for many years. When milking a cow by hand there are three things you have to watch out for; the tail, rear legs and the tongue. A cow's tail is one of the most efficient fly swatter there is. And when slapped across the face at the right angle, it can draw blood. I know! So by tieing the tail to something (and not to your milking stool as the Three Stooges did) you can take care of the tail. Now you have to contend with | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| the hind legs. With the tail out of service, she would stomp her hind leg to run off flying insects that would land any where on her body. I lost many a bucket of milk because of this. And then the most disgusting thing of all. Lucy would turn that big head around, look at you with those big brown eyes and lick you beside, on top or on the back of your head, leaving drool and slobber in you hair. I would quite, find a bucket or wash tub with water in it and wash my head I don't know how old Lucy was when she died but, I can't look at the farm with seeing her there. |
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| By the time I was old enough to know that my Grandmother had a name other than Grandmother, it was still awhile before I found out her real name was Mary Jane Wilson and not Lucy. It was right on up untill she past away that Granddaddy called her Lucy. It wasn't untill after then that he called her Mary Jane. I don't know how she got the nickname but it fit so good. She just looked like a Lucy. The Lady could cook. Ohhhh those biscuits. If she cook breakfast, lunch, or supper ( in the south we call it supper ), she made a pan of biscuits. Mostly because there were none left over from the last | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| meal. Most of the food we had came from the farm. During the spring and summer we filled two freezers with what we grew and in the winter we would put 10 to 14 hogs in the smoke house and freezer. About the only thing we needed was salt, sugar, flour, tea, coffee, corn flakes and grits. This lady not only cook but work in the fields, made clothes and quilts, played the piano (untill she took lessons), help raised four boys and a girl and still managed to retire from Wayne Memorial Hospital. I really miss this lady. |
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| You can not do a page about Lucy and not include the Queen of Comedy: Lucille Ball. But I don't think I can do a page that will do her justice. Besides, I would probably end up coping someone elses work, so I will just add a link that will send you to one of the best sites done on this beautiful, charming and most gracious Lucy. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The Queen of Comedy click here |
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| I know I just did a few Lucy's and I said more about a cow name Lucy than I did my Grandmother (she will have her own page) but there are so many I don't have the time to do them all. I will add some more as time permits so keep checking back. In the mean time check out this link for more Lucys' sites. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| I have learned of another Lucy. I have never meet or seen her but, she was named after her Grandmother and she lives in the UK. From what I have heard she is a sweet and precious little girl. I am looking forward to meeting her one day. She might want her smurfs back. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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