This choice: Ned's Personal History... • Go Back...Chapter #7Ned's Personal History by: Pony.Mike   As I walked about but not far from the house, when i returned there thinking to relax in the house, it was later afternoon when Uncle called me to come for dinner.
I went as called, considered as an honored guest, he being genuinely friendly, a good cook, and after helping me to wash the dishes, we walking outside, and toured the big barns. Given a grand tour, while looking around I saw there that elegant red brick house and the farm buildings, they had aluminum siding, metal roofs, and not a scratch or dent anywhere.
Soon noticed was a black horse acting as if excited or nervous, Uncle introduced me to what he said to be a black devil in the form of a stallion horse. He told how they rode together every morning, and doing so went for a personal communing with all nature as they crossed few miles of open range. I was informed nicely but commanded to stay away from this one horse, Uncle alone was the only human the animal trusted.
Farm life is different than living city style, as with an late afternoon dinner time means you go to bed just after sundown. Early to bed and early to rise makes a young man alert and hungry. Come the morning of the first full day at the farm began with hearing the voice of Mrs. Tweedy. She came to awaken the young guest. A good friend to Uncle Ned, she would arrive in the early morning hours to gather chicken eggs and clean, box, and sell them on a sales route. She as uncle called her was an old gal friend, she would make us breakfast, and once served would bid us goodbye and leave.
What nervous misgivings there were from mom grumbling about that nasty old man and of living out in the boondocks of Wyoming, she had her son expecting something terrible lurked waiting. Expected to have chores assigned, Uncle said he had an appointment with some men, as he then mounted and raced off across the back pasture on his A.T.C. Ultimately I learned he had a fence needing repair and went to manage the men doing the work.
His leaving me there and alone presented time to look around, as wandering became more like snooping into the affairs of Uncle Ned, me wondering if he had some he would like to keep buried. I entered one barn, the larger of two; I discovered it had a basement lower level. A stairway built off to one side of the main floor of the barn, lead me down into the dank, humid darkness. A flashlight left hung on a nail served well, as if used too by uncle, once in hand it helped to see down the dark stairway and of what all might be in the basement. Meandering about, I noticed a steel door, and opening it there was a room or office, it having books, pictures, a desk, chairs, and many trophies.
Walking into the room and looking around, I saw a blinking red light which marked where to find a light switch. A flick of the switch and the lights glowed brightly. In the center of the room set a cherry wood desk as if it were the primary reason for the room being there. Several bookcases stood with accounting ledges and various other books. Trophies and blue, red, and gold ribbons abounded the walls, telling of awards given for quality animals bred by uncle on his farm.
Looking was to begin to admire a man that mother thought was a recluse eccentric old codger. He seemed anything but of what she thought.
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