Farm Life

My love of farm living began. My dad went to a school at Chanute AFB in Illinois in 1951. At 4 years old, we lived upstairs in a Mennonite farmhouse with a wonderful family. I especially remember Monty, their son, who was a year older than me. It was a wonderful sheep farm and I remember going out to the barn to watch them sheer. Somewhere there is a picture of this farm and if I ever find it, I'd love to post it. It was a big, two story white farm house with a big wrap around porch. Love big farm houses and lots of land to this day.........and homemade pies in the window.....hmmmmmm I digress. Really, this is a great way to live. Must be why my memories are so strong. I thought it was a wonderful time. We only lived here for a year.

At this time I also started my tapping career. I remember performing "Me and My Teddy Bear."

Me and my teddy bear
have no worries have no care
me and my teddy bear
just play and play all day.

Every night he's with me
when I climb up the stairs
By my side he listens
when I say my prayers.

Me and my teddy bear
just play and play all day.

Take a bow.......................