Ralph Moody’s books about his life growing up in Colorado at the turn of the last century have been some of the unexpected benefits of home schooling. I have “had” to read several of his books aloud as part of “school” and I believe that his stories have played a role in strengthening our confidence in our ability to solve problems without the benefit of “experts.”
In one of his books he tells a story of staying with his grandfather in New England. His grandfather is cantankerous (to say the least) and does things the “old” way and never wants to have anything to do with newer methods. At one point he complains about the word “mule.” He goes on about what a stupid word that is for an animal that is a cross between a donkey and a horse. He suggests that they should be called donk’osses. Makes sense, right?
Well we have some donk’osses right up the road from us and I thought I’d share them with you.
Mules up the road
The City Girl Farmer 