A very reasonable guess, but, no, not until I was 15 and we moved from Lancaster City about 7 miles south, which was very rural. I intensely disliked it, my father wasn't fond of it either, but he did it for my mother who was having heart issues at the time and getting about in our three-story house with its many stairs was getting harder for her.
The new house was very (very) tiny, and it was a three mile drive to the nearest anywhere, which was one of those micro-towns which could have had the sign stating "You Are Now Entering Hardlyaberg on one side, and "You Are Now Leaving Hardlyaberg" in the other side.
I couldn't drive yet, and that wasn't a problem in the city because I rode my bike nearly everywhere, and liked doing that. ( ~sigh~ )
Ah, well. Stuff happens, you roll with it, or...
Anyway, my childhood home was in a northwest Lancaster City residential area, and had the good fortune to have a long, wide backyard with two thin but decently tall pine trees near the front of the yard. I was just talking to my sister today, your post having brought up the ducks as pets bit. We both remembered the goose fondly, although she reminded me that our next door neighbors to the south, who had a dog, were not fond of the goose because it didn't like the dog and would honk and hiss at it!
The dog would then start barking-- loudly-- and that would annoy the neighbors to the south of our neighbors!
The goose eventually learned to tolerate the dog, and things settled down, but she would still honk if anyone unfamiliar to her came into the yard, so she also made a pretty good "watchgoose"!
Once I graduated high school (1971), and got working full time, I scraped and saved for several years until I got enough money for a down payment on a house of my own, and them happily moved back in town, where I live to this day, albeit in a smaller dwelling.
Remember that picture I posted a while back of the birds gathered on those bare winter trees? That was taken about two blocks from where I grew up, so I still visit the old neighborhood occasionally on my longer exercise walks.
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Date: 2020-08-17 05:48 am (UTC)A very reasonable guess, but, no, not until I was 15 and we moved from Lancaster City about 7 miles south, which was very rural. I intensely disliked it, my father wasn't fond of it either, but he did it for my mother who was having heart issues at the time and getting about in our three-story house with its many stairs was getting harder for her.
The new house was very (very) tiny, and it was a three mile drive to the nearest anywhere, which was one of those micro-towns which could have had the sign stating "You Are Now Entering Hardlyaberg on one side, and "You Are Now Leaving Hardlyaberg" in the other side.
I couldn't drive yet, and that wasn't a problem in the city because I rode my bike nearly everywhere, and liked doing that. ( ~sigh~ )
Ah, well. Stuff happens, you roll with it, or...
Anyway, my childhood home was in a northwest Lancaster City residential area, and had the good fortune to have a long, wide backyard with two thin but decently tall pine trees near the front of the yard. I was just talking to my sister today, your post having brought up the ducks as pets bit. We both remembered the goose fondly, although she reminded me that our next door neighbors to the south, who had a dog, were not fond of the goose because it didn't like the dog and would honk and hiss at it!
The dog would then start barking-- loudly-- and that would annoy the neighbors to the south of our neighbors!
The goose eventually learned to tolerate the dog, and things settled down, but she would still honk if anyone unfamiliar to her came into the yard, so she also made a pretty good "watchgoose"!
Once I graduated high school (1971), and got working full time, I scraped and saved for several years until I got enough money for a down payment on a house of my own, and them happily moved back in town, where I live to this day, albeit in a smaller dwelling.
Remember that picture I posted a while back of the birds gathered on those bare winter trees? That was taken about two blocks from where I grew up, so I still visit the old neighborhood occasionally on my longer exercise walks.