My father was a dentist in the Navy. One of 11 children, he was raised by immigrant parents on a farm in Wisconsin. He was one of the only of his siblings to complete college and become a professional.
His Naval Career caused him to be stationed many places. One of them was The Brooklyn Navy Yard where I was born at the hospital there in 1946. Yes, I am a post war baby boomer. Raised in Queens, New York by a city girl mother, I only heard about my farming roots.
When I retired from my teaching job, I chose a country house on rolling hills in Washington County in Upstate New York. We have 3 acres of land which is a whole lotta land if you have been raised in a neighborhood of attached houses on a city block and raised your kids in a condo in Florida with a blacktop parking lot for a playground.
I always said that if I ever had a country property with a little land to fence in, I’d raise a litter of puppies. Why? Someone asked me recently. Why do people climb mountains? I never would. Not a really big one. But some people do. And some people raise puppies! Maybe it’s those farming roots coming out in me having skipped a generation.