Remembering Ona

We had to say good bye to my husband’s grandmother today—Ona was 90 years old.

She was born and raised in Downey, Idaho, a small town of 600 people. She was a kind, gracious, soft-spoken lady and will certainly be missed.

You don’t realize how many people you are related to until you attend a funeral. It had been quite a while since I had seen most of Chad’s extended family. The young children are now young adults and the young adults are now grown and married with children of their own. After the funeral—since all the sons were home—my father-in-law planned to brand the cattle he raises on the farm. What a process!

I am so thankful that I am a hygienist. Farm life is definitely a lot more physical work than I am used to. After rounding up the calves, each one was steered into a chute then branded, vaccinated and ear tagged. The last calf backed out of the chute and made a run for it. My father-in-law was knocked down and the calf literally ran over him. We all jumped into the corral to his rescue. Thankfully, he only suffered minor cuts and bruises. The great-grandchildren got quite an eyeful. I am sure they will remember the day grandpa got ran over by a cow more than the funeral. I know this city girl/pseudo farm girl won’t forget either any time soon.

Ona would have just nodded her head and said, “Oh, dear.”

Welcome to my life.
Lisa