My Grandma & Grandpa Wenger have a farm on the outskirts of town called, 'Amaroogie'.
When I think about Amaroogie, I think about my big sister Erica, my cousin Maggi, and I loading up in Grandpa's truck and driving the 25 minutes or so out to Amaroogie, singing made up songs about going to the farm.
At Amaroogie, we fished with Grandpa.
We cut down Cat Tail and gathered hedge balls with Grandma.
We collected fish eye balls in our tackle boxes.
We pretended we were living in the era of The Little House on the Prairie.
We learned how to shoot a gun and skin a fish.
We roasted hotdogs and burned marshmallows.
We plugged our noses when we used the old, creaky, stinky outhouse.
We heard stories of ole' Foo Man Shoo.
And at the end of the day, we piled into the bunk beds and giggled as we counted Grandpa's snores and drifted off to sleep.
The next day we would make a trip into Goff, KS (population 126) to eat greasy burgers and fries at D&J (or was it D&G!??)
Sometimes we would get to sit at the bar and drink grape soda.
One time, at D&J, I had an accident. Grandpa just took me out back and hosed me down right outside of the restaurant. The water was cold, but I was clean again in a hurry!
A year ago, I found my first antler sheds at Amaroogie.
And last month, over Easter, Hilary, Pete and I went out. Hilary and I soaked up the sun on the dock, and Pete went for a run. After which, Hilary helped him re-hydrate with some fresh Kansas water.
We didn't find any antlers on this particular day, but on my birthday the next day, Grandpa gave me a skull and antlers he had at found at the farm earlier in the month.
I didn't have room to pack them in my suitcase, so Grandpa said he would ship them out to me.
They probably had a better chance of survival in the mail, anyways.
A few weeks ago, the package arrived.
I was so excited to open it.
To open a little bit of 'home'.
To open up a flood of memories of spending summer days and nights Amaroogie.
In the package, there was the skull, antlers, and also feathers from a turkey Grandpa got at the farm the weekend before.
He even sent the beard from the big tom.
The feathers are beautiful. Grandpa noted that he never throws them away.
After my feathers were situated, the skull went right outside with me and my bottle of pink spray paint!
I hope Grandpa isn't offended that the skull is now a glossy pink!
But, I think it looks fabulous!
I need to find a good way to hang the skull and then I think it will be a great addition to my
Gallery Wall.
Thanks for the fun delivery, Grandpa!
I love you.
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