Friday, November 03, 2006

WHO’s GOT THE BEEF ?


We all appreciate the good provider who brings home the bacon ... but how often does that same man come home with 600 pounds of premium beef?

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It was a typical, crisp October night in 1971. Our little upstate NY town had already rolled up the sidewalks and, in our house at least, we were all tucked in for the night. We had no forewarning that the evening’s calm was about to end.

The barking of our dogs awoke us, but it was the sound that we heard next that was really alarming. It sounded exactly like the rushing waters of a turbulent stream or waterfall. We couldn’t imagine what was happening until our eyes adjusted to the night and we realized that a large herd of cattle was running past our door.

“Oh, no,” yelled my husband. “They’re loose and heading for the Parkway.” and before I knew what he was doing he’d pulled on his boots, grabbed a jacket and was out the door.

Our house was situated very near to the Taconic Parkway and I realized what he meant. If these black animals streamed onto the highway the result could be disastrous. A driver would have a hard time seeing them until it was too late...both for him and the cattle.

Dick jumped on his horse, Thunder, and the two of them took off down the road. By the time the children and I made it to the parkway he had most of the animals corralled in the median but one of them had, indeed, been hit. It was at this point that the owner arrived. He, too, had been asleep but was awaked by a call from a neighbor telling him that his cattle were loose. Needless to say he was very appreciative of Dick.

I took the children home to bed and the owner, Dick and some other good Samaritans worked together and finally got the cattle back where they belonged. It was about 3 AM when Dick came home but he was looking mighty pleased with himself. Evidently the owner had offered to pay him but Dick had declined. The farmer, however, would not take no for an answer and finally persuaded him to accept the animal that had been killed on the highway.

So, there you have it! My hero had indeed brought home the bacon...except in this case it turned out to be 600 lbs of prime beef. We paid $100 to have it cut, packaged and stored and we ate like kings for a long, long time. I’ll let you do the math...but that was a pretty lucrative night’s “work”.

9 Comments:

Blogger Anvilcloud said...

Was that ground beef then?

8:20 PM  
Blogger Ginnie said...

Hi AC: Yes, and it made the best darn spaghetti sauce and Swedish Meat Balls !

8:30 PM  
Blogger Connie and Rob said...

He was the next best thing to John Wayne!!! Dear Ginnie I can't imagine you ever having a quiet evening. Thanks for sharing.

Take care,
Connie

2:09 AM  
Anonymous notdotdot said...

You always "bring home the bacon" too! Your memoirs are terrific!

10:54 AM  
Blogger Maya's Granny said...

Ah, your Dick was a good provider. How nice.

5:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Ginnie,
What a story! At first I thought you were describing a strange dream. You husband was such a man.

I really love that kind of story where people come to the aid of a neighbor without even weighing the pluses and minuses.

Thank you for your kind e-mail. I am refreshed now and ready to get back into the blogging saddle before my scheduled date. You are very special.

7:50 AM  
Anonymous Terri said...

I'm still smiling....what a great story! Imagine all that beef! I just love your stories, Ginnie.

8:26 AM  
Anonymous milliegarfield said...

What a story!! You must of had a very big freezer to handle all that beef.

Or I could be corny and say, " was that story a bunch of balony?"

8:14 PM  
Blogger Ginnie said...

Millie: This is a true story. We had a friend in the meat packing business and the $100 to cut & package the meat included some trading of cuts of beef for storage space. It was a win-win situation for us all.

5:38 AM  

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