What I miss…
Apr 22, 2024 12:31:39 #
Apr 22, 2024 13:07:40 #
DennyT wrote:
I miss : br - a daily newspaper br - looking thin... (show quote)
Milking the cows by hand
Driving the hay truck while my uncles pitched on hay
Spreading the hay as the pitched it into the hay mow
My best friend, Bert, who hunted and fished with me for about 60:years
Bud
Apr 22, 2024 13:11:13 #
BudsOwl wrote:
Milking the cows by hand
Driving the hay truck while my uncles pitched on hay
Spreading the hay as the pitched it into the hay mow
My best friend, Bert, who hunted and fished with me for about 60:years
Bud
Driving the hay truck while my uncles pitched on hay
Spreading the hay as the pitched it into the hay mow
My best friend, Bert, who hunted and fished with me for about 60:years
Bud
I'm glad I had the experience of doing these thing (but hay bales), but I can't say I miss having to do them. I do miss my loved ones who have passed.
Apr 22, 2024 16:40:08 #
I agree! I read recently that there are more chickens on this planet than people, so why are eggs/chickens so expensive?
Apr 22, 2024 16:50:29 #
Bartulius wrote:
I agree! I read recently that there are more chickens on this planet than people, so why are eggs/chickens so expensive?
Avian flu!
Apr 23, 2024 00:52:50 #
In thinking about this thread another thing came to mind: family get togethers at my Italian grandparents. Seven of their children lived in the same area so monthly Sunday dinners as well as Thanksgiving and Christmas are a great memory. My aunts and uncles had great memories growing up poor in the hills of W.VA. There was always plenty of laughter. My Grandmother made the best pasta sauce that I've ever tasted. Mild yet flavorful. And I could never get enough rolls....hot out of the oven. Wonderful days with wonderful people.
Apr 23, 2024 13:30:18 #
We lived on 120 acre Illinois hill farm. Now body was well off enough to get by on just farming.
Uncle John was a prison guard
Uncle Morse was labor
Dad was a carpenter
Bill Grah had the truck to take grain to the mills.
Ms Betty was the one room teacher and her husband Merle was the driver ( really just a keep ) and the mailman.
One had the hay baler , one the combine, one had the truck .
Butchering was a community affair.
They all farmed after getting home from work during the week and Saturday afternoon as we went to town on Saturday morning
Sunday was visiting day .
I would live in that time in a heartbeat ,
Uncle John was a prison guard
Uncle Morse was labor
Dad was a carpenter
Bill Grah had the truck to take grain to the mills.
Ms Betty was the one room teacher and her husband Merle was the driver ( really just a keep ) and the mailman.
One had the hay baler , one the combine, one had the truck .
Butchering was a community affair.
They all farmed after getting home from work during the week and Saturday afternoon as we went to town on Saturday morning
Sunday was visiting day .
I would live in that time in a heartbeat ,
Apr 23, 2024 13:53:09 #
DennyT wrote:
We lived on 120 acre Illinois hill farm. Now body ... (show quote)
We did too and I do remember the whole community coming together at planting and harvest times where all the fields were tended to. I also remember the hot summer days baling hay, detassling corn and walking the bean rows. The community also got together to help out any family where someone died or was sick. Chicken butchering was also a community event with 8-10 people killing, plucking and dressing 100 chicken in a day. People were happy to go home with chicken for their freezers. It took me days before I could actually eat the chicken though!
It's great to remember it fondly, but I would rather get my community service time in by picking up litter, doing volunteer handyman projects, and food pantries. My body could not take the hard physical work that those days meant.
Apr 23, 2024 19:26:37 #
Triple G wrote:
We did too and I do remember the whole community c... (show quote)
My Mom met my Dad in 1945. He was in the Army, 27 years old. She was 19. They got married after knowing one another three months, but, I think they knew from the first day that they were a match. Her parents were not too happy, though, until Dad came out to the farm and they saw him work. Dad loved to work. As I was growing up I could always hear the admiration they had for him.
Apr 23, 2024 19:46:58 #
SteveR wrote:
My Mom met my Dad in 1945. He was in the Army, 27 years old. She was 19. They got married after knowing one another three months, but, I think they knew from the first day that they were a match. Her parents were not too happy, though, until Dad came out to the farm and they saw him work. Dad loved to work. As I was growing up I could always hear the admiration they had for him.
That's for sure.
Apr 23, 2024 21:39:56 #
Triple G wrote:
That's for sure.
Dad always told me "There is no such word for me as work. It's all play." And that was the truth.
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