The Old Hand: Another Back In the Day
Most Christmas gag gifts are forgotten by New Year’s. Some however last a lot longer. My great-uncle Elmer and his old friend, Gene, kept one going for years.
A couple acquaintances of Elmer wanted to give their children a pet and they settled upon a cute little billy goat kid. The problem was the kid outgrew his cuteness very quickly. He became a real problem for the parents and the children who wouldn’t even go outside unless the goat was tied up.
Since nobody answered their ad, offering a free goat, they did the only thing they could think of to get rid of the animal; they took it out to Elmer’s farm and gave it to him, knowing well he was too nice to refuse it.
I image that the goat had been given a name by it’s former owners, but uncle Elmer named it Goat. He never was too imaginative about his names. He had a border collie that was the best cattle dog I ever saw. Elmer called the dog, Dog. He had several horses with the same name, Horse. He had about twenty cows with the name Cow, except for the one he called Bull.
His first child was a boy and was given a normal name, which not too many people remembered over the years. Elmer nicknamed his son, Boy, the first time he saw him, and the name stuck all the rest of Boy’s life. As their family grew, Aunt Amanda, laid down the law, no more of those silly names, and the other kids grew up being called by their given names. But since Amanda never cared what he called his animals, Elmer gave them names he thought was appropriate.
Elmer got a lot of teasing about being such a softy and taking Goat. He just laughed and defending his action by saying, ‘You can’t look a gift goat in the mouth’. Although there were many times, he wished he had.
That animal was foul-smelling, obnoxious, mischievous, contrary, mean, ornery, and the list went on and on. In fact, if you look up some of the aforementioned words in the dictionary, you would probably see a picture of Elmer’s goat.
The one thing nobody ever did twice was turn their back on Goat. It was as if the critter saw the seat of a person’s pants as one big target. Ram! Bam! And after he played his little joke on the poor sap, you could swear there was a smile on Goat’s face.
Of course, Goat never tried anything with Elmer, one big reason was Dog. Not only was Dog a great cattle herder, he was also a darn good goat trainer. Dog could actually make Goat behave. But, if by chance some poor unsuspecting man turned his back on Goat, Dog was known to look the other way. Dog would never allow Goat to accost a woman or a child though, and Goat never tried to after Dog nipped him a few times for even thinking about it.
Gene, one of Elmer’s best friends had a farm a couple miles down the road from Elmer’s. The two had a lot in common, especially teasing and playing practical jokes on each other.
I loved Elmer telling the story about Gene hearing drinking goat’s milk was good for arthritis. When Gene found out that Elmer had just been given a goal and he offered to buy Goat from Elmer. Elmer had that goat sold until some loud-mouth told Gene that Goat was a billy, not a nanny. ‘Yup,’ Elmer would laugh, ‘I’d a paid money to see the first time Gene paid to milk it.’
After almost getting taken by Elmer on the sale of the goat, Gene teased Elmer about his goat every chance he got. ‘Hey, if you want to get Elmer’s goat, just ask him about his Goat.’ Or when Elmer would stop in at the VFW for a euchre game, and Gene was there already, Gene would holler, ‘Hurry up and close the door. Must be a goat outside. I sure can smell it.’
It was the second Christmas of Elmer having the goat that Gene came home from Midnight Mass and saw lights on in the barn and his pack of dogs barking up a storm at the barn door. When he opened the door there was Goat in the box stall with the team of horses. Goat was helping himself to the hay and the two horses were standing as far away from the intruder as possible.
Around Goat’s neck was a large red ribbon and bow. It didn’t take much to figure out who the Santa was that left the present. Thinking back, Gene should have figured something was up when he didn’t see Elmer at Midnight Mass.
Like Elmer, Gene never looked a gift goat in the mouth and accepted it with a laugh. The only thing was Gene never called the goat, Goat. He renamed it Elmer. If Elmer the goat had any ideas that life would be easier without Dog around, he was wrong. While Gene didn’t have a dog like Dog, actually nobody did, Gene had a pack of dogs that managed to keep the goat in line.
And then come the next Christmas and there was no Gene at Midnight Mass, Elmer wasn’t at all surprise to open the barn door and see Goat, nee Elmer, standing there with the big red ribbon and bow around it’s neck. Dog jumped around and actually licked Goat’s face. Elmer laughed and commented later that at least Dog was happy to have Goat back.
This ritual went on and on. Whoever it was that was going to get the goat made sure he went to Midnight Mass to make it easier on the giver. The red ribbon and bow was an important part of the gift so it was always kept in a safe place. They couldn’t trust it just hanging in the barn for fear the goat might eat it.
The goat, Goat or Elmer depending on which farm he was spending the year, matured thanks to age and to Dog and Gene’s pack as trainers. It got so was actually a pet. The two men found a pony harness and cart at an auction and broke the goat to be hitched up and pull it. Whenever kids would come to the farm where the goat was, it was drive-the-goat cart time. The goat and the cart and the kids were also big attractions in the parades at the various fairs and get-togethers during the summers and falls. And although the red ribbon and bow was also an important part of the goat’s wardrobe, the only time he wore it was Christmas Eve.
It was in the summer of a year when Elmer the Goat was living at Gene’s farm that Gene had the fatal heart attack while milking the cows. The day after the funeral Elmer told Gene’s widow what he intended to do and she thought it a good idea. Later that day Elmer came and took the goat, the harness, the cart, and the red ribbon and bow back to his farm – for good.
Every Christmas Eve, Elmer put the red ribbon and bow around the goat’s neck before Midnight Mass and took it off right after. If the goat missed Gene and Gene’s pack of dogs, he never showed it. He seemed content to live at just the one farm and didn’t seem to mind that no one ever called him Goat or Elmer anymore. From the time he came at Elmer’s to stay for good he went by the name, Gene.
Published BB 2/13/17
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This is a true story of Friendship. While it concerns itself with Catholic Christmas and Midnight Mass, Friendship is an important part of what the universal Seasons Greetings is all about.
I realize many of you read this story before, this is the third time I posted it; but I enjoy telling it. And one thing you realize when you hit Senior Citizenship, is the joy of telling a story over and over. Seasons Greetings.
I knew a goat like this one once. What a lovely story of friendship and acceptance!
Happy you liked it.
I think aa ‘nice’ billy goat is not an average goat.
Love this story Don, I hadn’t seen it before.
Then I an so very glad I reposted it. Thank you, Fraggle.
Reblogged this on Janet's Thread 2 and commented:
A wonderful heart-warming story.
Many thanks for your reblog, Janet.
I am so glad you liked it.
What a wonderful story of friendship! I would like to read this every year.
That’s a deal, Quall,
It is a beautiful story, to be read and and read again during the Christmas period, always with great joy🐐🎀
Oh, I am so happy you liked it, Luisa.
I loved it Thank you
I remember reading this, but it is always good for a laugh!! Thanks, Don – I needed that!
Gee, GP, I see you are still sick. Fingers crossed you get back to normal quickly.
So happy it gave you a laugh again.
Thank you for your concern. Saw the doctor and he says I’m actually better. Wish I felt that way! 🙄
Never tire of retelling a good story 🙂
Thanks for agreeing with me, Gwen.
First time I saw this story, Don. What a great story about friendship it is! You can reblog this one anytime!
Okay, I will reblog it next year. So glad you like it.
That’s a great story, and worth reposting every year.
Best wishes, Pete.
So happy you enjoyed i, Pete. Looks like posting it will be a tradition for me.
Quite a story and well-written too. Reminded me of Billy Goat Gruff.
Happy you liked it, Tom.
What a wonderful story! That last line, when thereafter the goat went by the name Gene, was truly heartwarming. Thank you, Don.
Your comment made my day, Jennie. Thank you.
I love Goat. Glad Dog trained him. Now if he could help me with my Old Goat. 🐐🐐🐐
Since our dogs were no help, my wife just took it upon herself to train her old goat. She says now he’s fit to live with….most of the time.
I know whereof she speaks. 🤓
Reblogged this on e-Quips and commented:
For you goat people that miss Nanny and the Bully goats, this Goat 🐐 tale is for you.
Thanks for the reblog, Pat.
Elmer never had a burro, but he had a nasty Shetland pony. You’d be going along at a nice gallop and the pony would stop on a dime. Then he would hightail it back to the barn, leaving you laid out on the ground.
I’ve heard about equines like that. Worthy footnote to the story.
Excellent story to tell more than once! Thank you.
So happy you liked it, Joanna
You are welcome.
So, the moral of the story seems to be that you can’t get Elmer’s goat, butt you can give him one. Now that’s what I call a story with ram-ifications. 😉
Pun-ishment is its own reward, Mistermuse
Very good point ,Pat
Ram-ifications, Mr. Muse.
And as Pat says in the comment following your, Pun-ishment is it’s own reward.
Very good point, Pat.
Thanks, Don. Mistermuse inspires pun-dits.