I was the animal caretaker for the family's WWII victory garden that included chickens, ducks, pigs and steer. At the time it was a tough chore, but the war scared the hell out of me and I did it with great care and concern. I ended having considerable pride in my expertise and the outcome on the family table. When, at age 40, I surprised myself by owning a cattle farm, the old juices kicked back in, the old skills were remembered with joy. The adult child drove tractors and did embryos transplants with prize cattle.
