I wrote several articles for a now-defunct magazine “Farm Woman” decades ago–never dreaming I’d eventually meet the real thing–until Geni introduced me to a group of her mom’s friends, farm women all, who have met regularly as a club since the late 1930’s. I expected Little Women but found contemporary, engaged women with wicked senses of humor, hectic lives and amazing stories. Primed water pumps? No indoor plumbing? This city girl was impressed! The amount of food served at lunch was equally impressive. I didn’t want to be rude, so I ate three desserts. What? Was I wrong?