No, but we had a pet goat when I was a child in France. Her name was Nanny. My dad was driving to work one day and saw a Frenchman riding his bike with this young goat strapped to the back and Dad knew where it was headed. So he stopped the guy and bought the goat and brought Nanny home to us. She was a sweet, sweet thing. Don't think I'll ever be able to eat goat, thank you.
He was a great man. Honest. No brag, just fact. He is written about in many history books, has other books that mention him. He was a patriotic American who happened to be a genius, basically, his specialty was strategic intelligence and his accomplishments were numerous. His personal credo was God, Country, Family, Self and he lived that to a T. And when he passed away, he took all his secrets with him. Could have made a bundle with a book but, as he put it, "I signed a paper." Integrity was his middle name.
And, yes, he was kind. We were a military family, so we weren't rich by a long shot. He was a good money manager and made some prudent investments in the stock market but was overseas in the "old days" when instantaneous transactions were unheard of, so his financial decisions were tempered to time limitations, but he did manage to make a little bit of profit when he sold stocks. But what little profit money he made was never spent on himself. Always on his family and then individuals or organizations that caught his heart.
One example, a little girl in the hospital in Korea in the room next to my mother, Mom could hear her crying occasionally. She was 10 years old. Found out she was from an orphanage, had an open sore on her leg and the doctors were trying t...
He was a great man. Honest. No brag, just fact. He is written about in many history books, has other books that mention him. He was a patriotic American who happened to be a genius, basically, his specialty was strategic intelligence and his accomplishments were numerous. His personal credo was God, Country, Family, Self and he lived that to a T. And when he passed away, he took all his secrets with him. Could have made a bundle with a book but, as he put it, "I signed a paper." Integrity was his middle name.
And, yes, he was kind. We were a military family, so we weren't rich by a long shot. He was a good money manager and made some prudent investments in the stock market but was overseas in the "old days" when instantaneous transactions were unheard of, so his financial decisions were tempered to time limitations, but he did manage to make a little bit of profit when he sold stocks. But what little profit money he made was never spent on himself. Always on his family and then individuals or organizations that caught his heart.
One example, a little girl in the hospital in Korea in the room next to my mother, Mom could hear her crying occasionally. She was 10 years old. Found out she was from an orphanage, had an open sore on her leg and the doctors were trying to save her leg. Doctor tried his best and cried when he had to make the decision to amputate the leg. That "little girl" is about 40 or 50 now, I can't recall how long it's been, but my father arranged to have her fitted with a prosthesis from the time she was able to wear one after the surgery and then replaced as necessary as she outgrew them. He paid for them. I've unfortunately lost track of her over the years, but she married and became an American when she was in her 20's.
Ah, but I could go on forever about what the old man did. Feisty old fart, mind you, but really a good man. Probably why I ended up being an old maid, for Pete's sake, I just could never find anyone who could hold a candle to him. (Always much nicer to blame him than take any responsibility for myself. Ahem.)
Thanks for your comment and allowing me to wallow in sentiment for a little while. (Sigh.)
Here in New Mexico, a young male goat is sometimes slaughtered around Easter. It's roasted, usually in an outdoor fire pit type manner and called cabrito. I've eaten it once as a kid. It's pretty good.
And, yes, he was kind. We were a military family, so we weren't rich by a long shot. He was a good money manager and made some prudent investments in the stock market but was overseas in the "old days" when instantaneous transactions were unheard of, so his financial decisions were tempered to time limitations, but he did manage to make a little bit of profit when he sold stocks. But what little profit money he made was never spent on himself. Always on his family and then individuals or organizations that caught his heart.
One example, a little girl in the hospital in Korea in the room next to my mother, Mom could hear her crying occasionally. She was 10 years old. Found out she was from an orphanage, had an open sore on her leg and the doctors were trying t...
And, yes, he was kind. We were a military family, so we weren't rich by a long shot. He was a good money manager and made some prudent investments in the stock market but was overseas in the "old days" when instantaneous transactions were unheard of, so his financial decisions were tempered to time limitations, but he did manage to make a little bit of profit when he sold stocks. But what little profit money he made was never spent on himself. Always on his family and then individuals or organizations that caught his heart.
One example, a little girl in the hospital in Korea in the room next to my mother, Mom could hear her crying occasionally. She was 10 years old. Found out she was from an orphanage, had an open sore on her leg and the doctors were trying to save her leg. Doctor tried his best and cried when he had to make the decision to amputate the leg. That "little girl" is about 40 or 50 now, I can't recall how long it's been, but my father arranged to have her fitted with a prosthesis from the time she was able to wear one after the surgery and then replaced as necessary as she outgrew them. He paid for them. I've unfortunately lost track of her over the years, but she married and became an American when she was in her 20's.
Ah, but I could go on forever about what the old man did. Feisty old fart, mind you, but really a good man. Probably why I ended up being an old maid, for Pete's sake, I just could never find anyone who could hold a candle to him. (Always much nicer to blame him than take any responsibility for myself. Ahem.)
Thanks for your comment and allowing me to wallow in sentiment for a little while. (Sigh.)
milk is bitter but awesome in coffee !!!!
Have you ever eaten Donkey Cheese?