The Farm

I've mentioned Mr. Incredible's grandparents' farm a few times and thought I should share some photos and stories to help you see the place and people we love. There is so much to tell about the farm that this may turn into a multi-post series.

Here are Papa and Mama. They are Mr. Incredible's grandparents and have been married for more than 50 years. Papa is an outspoken gentleman who loves to tease people to get a rise out of them. Mama is a wonderful country-style cook. They both work very hard, keeping the place looking nice, raising the cows we love to eat, planting and caring for the family vegetable garden, and all the million and one things they find to keep them busy. Visitors, especially family, can count on being put to work sometime during their visit! Papa and Mama definitely live by the principle that blood is thicker than water and place a strong emphasis on family ties.


Speaking of cows, everyone loves to feed the cows. (That's Mr. Incredible kneeling down, Miss Muffet is the one wearing the purple shirt with the jean shorts, and Baby Bear is the one between Miss Muffet and Mr. Incredible.) We have pictures of Pookie Bear at less than one year old being held by Daddy so she could offer bread to one of the cows. The girls know that our hamburger comes from the cows, but that has never seemed to bother them.

Still, can you believe this cute little calf will be hamburger in our freezers in just a year or two? My mom commented one time that eating that hamburger was like eating ground steak. When a cow is slaughtered, most of the meat is made into hamburger, but there are also plenty of cube steaks, ribeyes, T-bones, and other cuts for all five families to enjoy. (The meat and vegetables Mama and Papa raise are consumed by our family, Mr. Incredible's grandparents, his parents, his brother and sister-in-law, and his uncle and aunt.)

I'll tell you more about the farm another time. I don't like my posts to be too long or to have so many pictures they are hard for dial-up users, like myself, to load.

Hasta luego! (See you later, if you didn't speak Tex-Mex growing up. *laugh*)