Animal Farm

In my elementary school days the readers we read had stories of grandparents who lived on the farm. I would imagine and wished I was visiting my grandparent's farm. My grandparents lived in the suburbs and never had any animals during my childhood.  Visits to a farm was taken during a school trip was rare.  While  raising our daughters we were fortunate to live close to the O.C. Fairgrounds where they had a little farm.  Well...we never had the opportunity to buy a farm.   The next best thing is a visit to a petting zoo called Zoomars.  Papa and I packed up a lunch, got the girls plastic farm animals and bought train tickets then headed off for the day to feed and pet the farm animals...

If you are a farmless grandparent this is a must experience!

Little Train Travelers

warmest regards,

Nana Mary

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Susan Adcox said…
I was lucky enough to have a city grandmother and, on the other side, country grandparents. I got to feed the chickens and gather the eggs and slop the pigs. I used to think I wanted to be a farmer's wife. I got over that fairly quickly, but I'm still glad that I had the experience of visiting my grandparents' farm.
April 10, 2011 at 6:23 PM
Grandchildren are Indeed a Blessing said…
You were lucky Susan! My grandmother was raised on a farm in Mexico when she married, she left and moved to California and became a seamstress. She became a suburb grandmother.
:^)
April 13, 2011 at 6:30 AM
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