Just like the words of Marie Osmond's song, it holds true.
"I had all of this life I can handle. Meet me underneath that big Montana sky".
Having grown up and spent my first 30 years in "the city", I never thought I would want to leave the only life I'd ever known. That all changed as soon we moved to Montana. Some of my fondest memories from my childhood are the times we spent at Grandpa and Grandma's farm in Polson and at my aunt and uncles place in Kalispell. As kids, there were never ending possibilities of things to do, including geting into a little mischif from time to time with the cousins:-) Things were simple. The thrill of riding a horse, or the time Grandpa put the saddle on the edge of the pickup bed, and let us kids pretend like we were riding. Grandma's old stove sitting outside, where my cousin and I got caught "baking" some really messy mud pies. Spending Chrismas knee deep in snow. The birth of Eggy, the calf, on Easter Sunday. Grandma's Saturday night special for dinner- Slumgullian (most people would call it goolash). I miss those times that I'll never be able to have again, but I keep the memories alive.
Now that we live in Montana, we feel as though it's always been our home. The wildlife is litterally right outside our back yard, as the deer walk up the streets in town. We can drive 10 or 20 miles in just about any direction, and be in the national forest. There is a sense of peace all around us, and we feel fortunate to live here, where not everyone is caught up in the fast paced world.
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"The City" eh??? Well, The Big City we grew up in has grown from about 1,500 people to around 3,500 now. The three policemen that kept us safe as children have now gown to nine to keep my children safe at night.
I'd love to head east for the Big Sky Country, but am not quite ready for the do-over yet. I know life is simple out there but without an at-home business to transplant yet, we're not quite ready. Maybe a retirement home??? And I don't mean the old-folks' home that the kids would be more than willing to drop us off at, I mean the "we've retired and we're moving East to our own little bit of peace and quiet out in the hills" home.
When thinking back to grandpa and grandma's farm, don't forget checking the electric fence to see if it is on, jumping off the baled hay stack into the loose hay, and driving the tractor through the barbed wire fence and having to help your uncle fix it. I hope grandma isn't reading this!!! Of course, she most likely knows all of this, which astounds me to this day about how much she knows and how much she hasn't forgotten!!!
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