Back on the Farm

Te Ao Hou, December 1959, Page 8

Back on the Farm As I was to hear later, there was great excitement, back on the farm. The children were arguing the pros and cons of a name for the new addition. “I said all along that it would be a boy,” said a proud sister. “Anyway, I'm a boy so I'm going to be the boss of him,” said nine-year-old brother. “Wonder what his name will be?” said another sister. “Why don't we think of a name for him?” said another. “Because that's Mum and Dad's privilege,” said the oldest. And so they argued on, deciding anyway, to have a say in naming the baby, which names were duly put before me at the nursing home. Father was at the cowshed attending the cows that had slipped their calves and were not looking too good. “Well, well, everything happens at once,” he mutters to himself. “I've got to mend that fence, too, before I can go and see Mum, but anyhow, I'm glad its a boy; he'll be able to help with the cows in a few years time.”