My number 7 has been hanging from my rear view mirror since I got my pickup in 2002. Before that, it was hanging on a lamp shade in my bedroom. And before that, it was in a box of neck tags for dairy cattle in the milk barn at the farm. On my seventh birthday, I was in the milk barn with Papa Pete and he handed me a yellow neck tag with the number 7 on it. He told me to keep it and Happy Birthday.
A short time later, I was at the Studio (Grandma Barbara & Aunt Bev's quilting space) and they gave me some orange yarn so I could hang the yellow number 7 around my neck.
Would you believe my mother actually let me go to school in a Holstein black and white spotted shirt over leggings with that orange yarn/yellow 7 homemade tag necklace? I am kind of mortified looking back, but the only reason I remember it is because I was so proud of it and on the bus I can remember telling all my friends about how Papa Pete gave it to me for my birthday.
February 11 was the anniversary of his death and as I was driving to my mom's house for a meeting, I caught myself fingering the number 7 and thinking back to crazy and fun times spent with Papa Pete on the farm. I want to share a few memories I was thinking about Monday...
- Picking cherry tomatoes at Aunt Mary's house in Homedale - and how she would always send us home with a little baggie of salt to dip our fresh tomatoes in;
- Sitting on "the blanket" at various sporting events - none of that running around nonsense;
- Watching him bite Trixie (my first horse) on the ear after she bit me; and
- The Grandparents & Grandkids Grand Trip to the Grand Canyon - how Papa Pete & Mama Pete handed all us kids on that trip still amazes me!