Quips from Kay

   I wrote a bit entitled "The Wall" about going to Mexico, but it was brief and of course didn't cover all of my trips there. Much of my life experiences were bound up in trips to Mexico and I miss that so much now.    I told you about Daddy buying my luggage in Nuevo Laredo and about partying there but I haven't covered other things we used to do. There was, and still is, an elegant store in Nuevo Laredo called Deutsch and Deutsch. Mother and I loved walking through this rather large, elegant jewelry store admiring all the marvelous and unique gifts to be found there. I don't remember if we bought anything but we probably didn't because it was rather expensive and we "had a champagne taste on a beer pocketbook". But no one minded if we walked through the store or paused to listen to the old Mexican man playing the harp in the lobby. His music was so soothing and enjoyable. I wish I could go there again.    There was a fine restaurant in Monterrey...

This is dedicated to the women who may read my blog. Long ago, when I was first beginning to date, some wise woman told me "you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince". I don't think it was my mother. although she was wise. Whoever it was , was right. Therein lies the theme of this short epistle.  I had a date with a charming man one time when I was in college. He was very European. He had Russian hands and Roman fingers. One Date Diego, I'll call him. On another occasion a friend of mine from college asked me to go with her to Memphis, Tennesee, to attend a Sigma Chi formal ball. Not wanting to pass up an opportunity like that, I happily went. Had an arranged date with a medical student I had met only once before and, as it turned out, he didn't know how to dance so I sat there all night! What a drip! After the dance we drove over to West Memphis, Arkansas, to a "checkerboard" club where Bo Diddley was performing. Idiot still couldn...

It has been requested that I write more details about raising my Herefords so here goes. For those of you who don't know, this was way before ERA or any of that and I didn't belong to FFA or others. As I mentioned before, I bought my first Hereford with money from when I cashed in my War Bonds. That was 1950--wow! that's a long time ago!- There's not much more to write about but I thought you would like to see the photos of my cattle. Guess they are what kept me out of trouble when I was in high school.Too busy taking care of them. The sales did pay for my college tuition. I must explain that registered Herefords, such as mine, are not bred and raised for slaughter. Their purpose in life is to breed with other cattle in order to make the meat from them better. That reminds me of an incident I may have told you about but I can't find it in my past posts so will tell you again. We lived a short distance from the county auction ring where various animals were sold ...