Hay and History

(RantWoman has grown tired or looking for royalty free images of hay bales--even though RantWoman found one site where the images already come with Alt Text. For now Readers are going to have to imagine golden fields, square hay bales, a cloudless Colorado sky, and a very young RantMom running out to where her parents were haying, cutting and baling hay.)


On the menu this week at RantMom's besides smoke from #bcwildfires and squash ravioli from the frozen section, chopped kale salad from a bag and blueberry crisp fresh from the oven:

Hay.

Hay as in animal food crop harvested in August so the livestock have something to eat over a long cold Colorado winter.

RantMom's revelation: RantMom read the Seattle Times Hiroshima Day article  and said she finally figured it out.

It?

For many years RantMom has had a memory stuck in her head of listening to the radio and running out to tell her parents something about a nuclear bomb and that the war was over. RantMom said she finally realized that she must have remembered things to do with the bombing of Nagasaki. RantWoman is not sure whether RantMom's memory is from the actual date or from a few days later when Japan formally surrendered. RantWoman notes though that rantMom would not yet have been 8 and probably would have been watching 3 younger siblings, the youngest an infant.

This would not be the last time RantMom was already well-occupied with Family in the midst of some World Nuclear Event.