I never thought of my grandmother as an "old wife," but she would always tell us an "old wive's tale." Whenever we went on a car trip with her, if we passed a cow pasture and cows were lying down she would tell us it was going to rain soon.
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Gram grew up on a farm in northern Maine in the early 1900's. She saw a time when there was no electricity and horse and buggies for transportation. Her father planted potatoes, kept cows, and performed many other sorts of farm related activity. She knew her way around a barnyard from what I could tell as she would tell us stories of her life on the farm.
The one thing I'll always remember is her insistence about the cow/rain tale. We would tease her and tell her it was just an old wive's tale. But the more we observed this, it seemed to be a true tale. It would always rain soon after we spotted cows lying down in the pastures. Gram would beam and simply say, "I told you so!"
To this day I have fond memories of my grandmother and her many tales whenever I see a pasture full of cows lying down, chewing their cud, and waiting for the rain.
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