growing up on North Queen Street. I can remember the family dog dying and my dad and I digging a big hole in the flower bed and burying him in it. Put him in a wooden produce box that we got at the grocery store. Those are the things you just never forget. I can remember burying my wife's dog a year after we were married in my cousin's junk yard, but that's another story. Getting back to Queen Street, I raised guinea pigs and white mice and they were always dying. Especially when you have close to 60 or more pets at any one time. And, when the guinea pigs are kept in cages in the backyard year-round. I tried to make the cages as warm as I could with straw, but some still could not weather the cold. And, did you ever try to dig a hole in the flower bed to bury something in the middle of winter when the ground is frozen. I got pretty good at it!! The mice were easy, but the guinea pigs were quite a bit larger and I always put them in a shoe box wrapped in a wash cloth. You needed a proper burial, right? Can't see how people can flush a goldfish down the drain. How would you like to be flushed down the sewer? I'm sure that my parents were glad when I gave up raising the pigs and mice. Their flower bed was getting pretty full and then you had the cost of all those washcloths. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - photo is of my dog and I standing on the backyard cellar door on Queen Street. Not sure what happened to this dog.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
The "Backyard Cemetery" Story
It was an ordinary day. Just buried another animal in the flower garden. Did this pretty regularly when I was growing up on North Queen Street. I can remember the family dog dying and my dad and I digging a big hole in the flower bed and burying him in it. Put him in a wooden produce box that we got at the grocery store. Those are the things you just never forget. I can remember burying my wife's dog a year after we were married in my cousin's junk yard, but that's another story. Getting back to Queen Street, I raised guinea pigs and white mice and they were always dying. Especially when you have close to 60 or more pets at any one time. And, when the guinea pigs are kept in cages in the backyard year-round. I tried to make the cages as warm as I could with straw, but some still could not weather the cold. And, did you ever try to dig a hole in the flower bed to bury something in the middle of winter when the ground is frozen. I got pretty good at it!! The mice were easy, but the guinea pigs were quite a bit larger and I always put them in a shoe box wrapped in a wash cloth. You needed a proper burial, right? Can't see how people can flush a goldfish down the drain. How would you like to be flushed down the sewer? I'm sure that my parents were glad when I gave up raising the pigs and mice. Their flower bed was getting pretty full and then you had the cost of all those washcloths. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - photo is of my dog and I standing on the backyard cellar door on Queen Street. Not sure what happened to this dog.
growing up on North Queen Street. I can remember the family dog dying and my dad and I digging a big hole in the flower bed and burying him in it. Put him in a wooden produce box that we got at the grocery store. Those are the things you just never forget. I can remember burying my wife's dog a year after we were married in my cousin's junk yard, but that's another story. Getting back to Queen Street, I raised guinea pigs and white mice and they were always dying. Especially when you have close to 60 or more pets at any one time. And, when the guinea pigs are kept in cages in the backyard year-round. I tried to make the cages as warm as I could with straw, but some still could not weather the cold. And, did you ever try to dig a hole in the flower bed to bury something in the middle of winter when the ground is frozen. I got pretty good at it!! The mice were easy, but the guinea pigs were quite a bit larger and I always put them in a shoe box wrapped in a wash cloth. You needed a proper burial, right? Can't see how people can flush a goldfish down the drain. How would you like to be flushed down the sewer? I'm sure that my parents were glad when I gave up raising the pigs and mice. Their flower bed was getting pretty full and then you had the cost of all those washcloths. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - photo is of my dog and I standing on the backyard cellar door on Queen Street. Not sure what happened to this dog.
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