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I am a retired RN with 50 years of experience. My experience spans ICU, ER, Telemetry, Administrative Supervision and Clinical Documentation Integrity. I grew up on a farm in Western Pennsylvania. I didn't have other children close by to play with, so animals became my friends. Although I love and enjoy all animals, cats have always been my favorite. I have lived in Southern California since 1980. My husband and I are coexisting with Fanny. She is the DIVA that inspired my book and this blog. I hope you enjoy reading about my feline friends. I also share some childhood memories which may spark some memories of your own.

Monday, February 21, 2022

Animals On The Farm

This photo is from 1939

It is of my uncle and great uncle with two beautiful horses.  These horses were not for riding or other recreational purposes.

They were used to pull farm equipment such as plows.  Horses and mules were also used to pull wagons.  Most farmers could not afford tractors. They were strapped for cash in the 1930's due to the depression

Farmers had to make sure they generated enough income from crops and livestock to provide for their families and be able to feed the animals as well.

Horses ran on oats which the farmers could grow and harvest. Tractors ran on gasoline which cost them money.

Eventually when tractors and other machinery became more affordable and more commonplace, they found that they could grow rows of crops closer together with machinery rather than with horses and mules. Thus they had more crops to sell...which equalled more income. (win/win)

Since the tractors used gasoline, most farms had their own gasoline tanks and pumps installed for convenience and lower cost per gallon.


Here's a photo of two of my uncles around 1930.

The family had a small herd of cattle to provide meat for themselves and they could sell meat to friends. This included veal and beef. Farmers butchered their own animals for meat.

And milk cows had to be milked twice a day by hand.


Another photo from the 30's.
This one is of my father (right) and his best friend. As you can see they are goofing off with the hogs (pigs). 

Most of the pig was used in cooking for such dishes as soups, ham, hog jowls, and even pickled pigs feet. Not much of a pig went to waste.

And last, but not least, here is a photo from 1934 of my grandfather.  He had immigrated to Western Pennsylvania from Serbia in 1902, worked in a steel mill, and bought this farm in 1925.

He is with one of their goats and their border collie.

The goats were important to the farm because they were used to control vegetation and clear brush. Goats are very agile and cause very little disturbance to the soil. Today many cities rent goats to clear parks, roadsides, vacant lots, etc.

Well, I hope you enjoyed the photos and a little history of how my family lived and survived during the 1930's.

I'm sure a lot of you out there have similar stories about your families as well.

People worked so hard during this era. Immigrants went through so much hardship but kept pushing on in a quest to make a better life for themselves and their families.

I never got to know my grandfather because he died in 1937 at the age of 56 from cancer. But, it was because of him that I am here today.

Until next time.........


Monday, February 7, 2022

Hi. My Name Is Fanny

Hi everyone. It's been a while since I posted. Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and New Years. Over the fall and winter I was recovering from back surgery, so the holidays were quiet for us. But thankfully I am great now and getting back into my routines.

Today's post is about Fanny's book. Fanny told a heartfelt story about herself. Not only about herself but about her relationship with two other cats that were in her new household.

Fanny was brought in as a stray kitten and she made friends with Mutch and CC quickly. Fanny was the youngest so she had to follow the rules of the others.....well, sometimes.

Mutchka died of old age (18) when Fanny was about 2 1/2 years old. So then, she became super close to CC.

CC was the queen of the house. Fanny ate when CC asked for food. I don't remember Fanny ever asking for food on her own.  She just followed whatever CC did. 

CC was older and sometimes Fanny bugged her.....I should say drove her crazy!

Eventually CC's health declined and she had to be put to sleep when she was 20 years old. She had end-stage kidney failure. Fanny was lost without CC. They had been together for over 16 years.

If you have read some of my other posts you'll see that Fanny has been dealing with depression and sadness. An emotion that us humans feel when we lose a loved one.

I hope you can take a few minutes and get the book on Amazon and read the sweet story yourself.

 Fanny's Veterinarian (who took care of CC as well) loved the book and said it was a great story for all ages. She read it to her children and she said they all cried together.

It's free to read with Kindle Unlimited.

The book has lots of photos of all three of the cats to go along with the story


See you next time.  Feel free to leave comments


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