|I was born in Minnesota in July 1945, but we moved to Missouri in December that year to a 140 acre farm. We lived there till 1959. The house was a two story and had electricity but no running water except the kind that you grabbed a bucket and ran after. Dad dug a basement under half of the house to store the garden stuff in and for his home made brew. |
Dad farmed with horses, and never worked an outside job. We milked 20 head of cows, raised hogs, and some beef cattle, raised chickens some to butcher the rest for eggs to sell. We butchered our own beef and hogs. All the corn was picked by hand, Dad would put 3 extra bang boards on the far side of the wagon, one on the near side, he picked 2 rows, I picked 1, and learned at an early age to stay behind him or get a corn ear upside the head - the horses never stopped. We would pick 4 loads a day, Dad had built a shovel board on the wagon, back up to the corn crib, grab an old steel scoop that weighed more empty than a aluminum one does today loaded, never stop till the wagon was empty. Get a drink of water and go get another load.
My dad was born in 1899. I went to a country school 7-1/2 years, it had a well for water coal oil heater, also had the same teacher the whole time. always walked, it was 1-1/2 miles if we cut across the neighbors. Sometimes in the winter it would start snowing like crazy and about one o’clock Dad would come to get us with the team and wagon.
I remember getting the old crank phone, and in 1956 we got a TV. We had good times and bad times alike, lots of hard work, like putting hay up loose, than getting a hand pitch and tie bailer. Never thought much about anything else, the work was there to be done, so ya just did it. Dad bought a new JD 40 in 1955 but kept the team till 1959. I play with better equipment now than we made a living with back then. I hope I never get too old to remember the GOOD old times.
Submitted By: Z-Bar on 2000-01-11