On the farm where I grew up, there flows a creek. The creek is named Cow Creek, but more accurately, it is called “Cow Crick.”
When I was a kid, I would catch minnows and frogs, hunt for clam shells, hoping to find the ones that were still sealed, use rocks to cross to the other side, and of course, skate on its ice and sled over it in the winter.
I wonder what memories Tyler will have of Cow Creek?
Building a dam with Grandma Jean maybe?
Watching sticks flow through a culvert?
One thing Tyler and I will have in common with our memories of Cow Creek is that this lady will be a part of them all…..
Happy Friday!
