Two “gentlemen” of the German contingent try to get Dianne’s goat as they all kill some time waiting on the hot lunch delivery
Dianne Faust, head herdsperson from the neighboring Mennonite Colony, kindly counters with "Hans, du und deine Freudin komm her ich hab ein parr Glosette-Rosinen fur dich."
Two “gentlemen” of the German contingent try to get Dianne’s goat as they all kill some time waiting on the hot lunch delivery
Dianne Faust, head herdsperson from the neighboring Mennonite Colony, kindly counters with "Hans, du und deine Freudin komm her ich hab ein parr Glosette-Rosinen fur dich."
wasn`t there a fair amount of goat raisin back on the ol` Dodds Place ?
This brings back a memory from childhood; not sure if I ever mentioned it on this forum. One dark evening in 1963 two Great Danes (named Angel and Satan apparently) escaped from their waterfront estate situated about 3 miles away from our farm. Overnight they found our tethered goats and sadly killed them. The owner was eventually found: she was a loud, kind of brassy but very nice, pretty platinum blonde in her 40s and was very wealthy. She felt just terrible about what had occurred and promised to make amends. A number of days later she rolled into our driveway (I was present in the yard to see this) in her new, white with red interior, '63 Pontiac Parisienne convertible with top down. Beside her on the passenger bucket seat was a white adult goat on a short lead held by her, the driver! I couldn't believe my eyes. The best part of this is that you could tell she hadn't given a thought to using any other vehicle....like maybe a pickup truck?? My parents graciously accepted her offering and waved goodbye....then laughed themselves sick. This event is burned into my memory like it was yesterday. I think she may have been a touch eccentric but she was a lovely person. On this point, I recall that in 1965 she bought herself a new red Corvette convertible. She then made the decision that all of her vehicles would be red as well, so the '63 Pontiac was redone red too. She was a horse person as well so she had a hood ornament of a rearing up horse (about 8 inches high) mounted on the Vette (sacrilege IMO..Lol). About 15 years ago I met a fellow named Malcolm King (nephew of Grant King of Indy fame) who was a car guy and a bit of a vintage toy collector. One day he invited me over to see his vintage Corvette. It was original and in very good survivor condition with low mileage. As we went over the car I noted a drill hole in the hood. Sure enough it was the same Corvette that the blonde had owned. Talk about a small world! Sadly Malcolm passed away young and I don't know what became of the Corvette.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......looks to be some sort of a goat silencer.....I swear,yesterday it would`ve been goat chops/cheese/or stew.......just goes to show you,beyond the stoic expressions, those wily Germans are not above a bit of tomfoolery
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......looks to be some sort of a goat silencer.....I swear,yesterday it would`ve been goat chops/cheese/or stew.......just goes to show you,beyond the stoic expressions, those wily Germans are not above a bit of tomfoolery
JB, when I read the silencer bit I thought Hans was taunting Dianne with a caprine "hit". Just for the record here, it deeply bothered me as I am a big goat fan. The "goat silencer" term made me flash back to the Great Dane goat silencer attack of '63; the day this simple farm boy became a simple man........
