Thanks, Grandad!


Red Angus Bull

Red Angus Bull

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As Father’s Day approaches! 🙂

What you see here is the reason that, more than 50 years later, I am thanking my Grandad!  🙂

What Grandad did was something that I have never forgotten and for which I have always been grateful.  In reality, it is a very small thing, but it meant the world to me then, and, since I am writing this post so many years later, I guess it still is pretty important.

When I was about 7 years old, I read — or at least thought I had (you’ll see why I make that point) about a breed of cattle called Red Angus.  Now, I was growing up on a farm, as had my father and his father.  We had cattle and they knew cattle.  But what was familiar, in terms of beef cattle, was Hereford and Black Angus.

So, when I read — or thought I read — about Red Angus, I was really amazed and intrigued.  It doesn’t take much to amaze a 7 year old farm boy :-).

So, some short while after that, I was sitting with Grandad and Dad at Granny’s Table (we all ate there, when visiting, but it was always Granny’s Table, laden with cobbler and fried chicken and rhubarb pie.  I mentioned to Dad and Grandad what I had read — about this breed called Red Angus.

Dad’s reaction was prompt, basically to the tune of “There is no such thing.  You just dreamed that up.”  He was not mean about it, just completely sure it was not true.  I respected Dad a lot, so I immediately wondered, myself!

Grandad, however, looked at Dad and said, “Son, you can’t really be sure about that.  There probably is such a breed, and we just haven’t seen it.”

Now, I already loved Grandad and thought he was the most fun any old dude could be.  But when he said that, defending his grandson, he grew about 3 feet taller.  I hope he knew how much that meant to me.  Now, this was before the advent of the Internet — yes, I am that old — so that was pretty much the end of that discussion.

So, what prompted me to write this now?  I discovered an author named Jacqueline Winspear, who created a character named Maisie Dobbs, a female detective in the 1920’s and 1930’s.  I have a weakness for detectives from writers like Agatha Christie.

Anyway, I came across a reference to Aberdeen Angus, which brought the old memory to the fore.  After telling my wife about it, she did a quick Google check for Aberdeen Angus — which turns out to be black.  Oh, well.  Then she searched for Red Angus, and, voila!  There they were, staring at us on the Web.  And there was Grandad, in my mind, in full color.

So, if you are lucky enough that your Grandad is still around, go tell him thank you.  And, if you have a story to share, please do so here.

Best wishes, Bert

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