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By AMY KEELING WALTON
When you grow up on a dairy farm you realize a few things about life. Before I go any further I want you to have an accurate picture of my life on the farm. My grandparents owned the farm, but my dad managed the day-to-day operation. For reasons I will not divulge, my sisters and I never milked a cow.
We did, however, perform other farm jobs, most of which we did not enjoy. We would “run” the cows when they got out. This usually happened on Sunday morning before church, but not before we were already dressed for church. I know a neat trick to turn your skirt into pants in only a few seconds. This is helpful when jumping ditches while keeping your “church clothes” clean and dry.
We also fed calves for many years of our lives. The feed was housed in a semi trailer once used to haul cows that had been strategically dropped on the ground and ingeniously converted into grain and supply storage. The mice (and therefore the snakes) also enjoyed the grain, so getting “feed” into our buckets required superhero bravery. Once filled, we would take the bucket into a fenced area where the calves would be eagerly waiting for their grub.
I even absorbed a few fundamental organization principles throughout my life as a farmer’s daughter.
I am proud of who I have become due in part to the experiences and subsequent lessons learned from my childhood days growing up on a farm. Now I get to help people, not cows, which is far more rewarding for me and a lot less smelly. Keep reading for more of my life lessons to help you get organized in 2009. Good luck.
Amy Keeling Walton is owner of The Neat Freak Professional Organizing in Bardstown. If you have a question for this column, email firstname.lastname@example.org.