Growing up, Emmett was my Grandma's neighbour. I didn't really know him. I was actually kind of afraid of him. He had really big hands and a big booming voice. I remember being home from school one day having a sick day on Grandma's kitchen couch....the best place to be on a sick day....when Emmett stopped by to tell my Grandma something. I remember him standing in the doorway of the kitchen talking about cows and the weather. He was a good neighbour for my Grandma.
Then when Terry bought the farm that we live on in 1993, he was sort of the 'new farmer' around here. He became friends with Emmett. They had lots in common....cows and the weather.
We married and I got used to Terry saying....I'm just running over to Emmett's.
or I need to run to Emmett's for the calf pullers.
or I'll ask Emmett.