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Farm Memories
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Tori Kaufmann    Posted 07-15-2001 at 10:27:46       [Reply]  [No Email]
One of my fondest memories of my childhood was when my parents would take me and my sisters to my grandparents' farms in Vancouver, Washington. My Grandpa Petersen (my maternal grandpa) had cows, chickens, pigs, and grow crops like potatoes, strawberries,and a variety of other crops all on a small scale. I loved to go sit out in the cow pasture and watch the cows for hours grazing, nursing calves, chewing their cuds and all the things cows do. I also had fun holding baby chicks, and the whole farm experience. I then knew I was meant to be rural, even though my parents had other ideas. My grandparents on both sides are now gone and the farms have been sold. I still don't understand why my parents wanted to leave the country life for the "rat race" of the city. One of my dreams was to when I was old enough to buy one or both of the farms to keep them in the family and also raise my own. Sadly, they sold the properties before I had the chance and now the area is becoming urbanized like a lot of the f


VKG    Posted 07-16-2001 at 13:38:14       [Reply]  [Send Email]
I too,feel for the farmers. There is something about a big tractor and disc going down the road that gives me goose bumps and a feeling that I'm proud to be an American. I moved from a big city 4 years ago to a small town, and I love it. We moved because we wanted a differen't kind of life style for our only child who is 8. We make 1/3 the money we did in the city, but the trade off was worth it. He runs in the tall grass,catched black snakes and frogs and lays on his back and watches the clouds float by.


Gayle Broom    Posted 09-03-2002 at 18:07:31       [Reply]  [Send Email]
I was looking on the internet for "snakes" in Walla Walla County, as I had seen a number of them recently, and I love to pet them, and I was wondering what type of snake they could be. They are a charcoal grey color, and they have a pale yellow stripe down each side of their body, and when I go to pet them, they stick out thier tongue to the full extent, and the front of their tongues is black, but the back of their tongues is a bright orange-red. I have just last year moved here to Waitsburg with my husband who has just retired at that time, and we have actually bought the house where he was raised. I actually never thought that I would want to live here, but I found many reasons now that this is a GREAT place to live. The reason that your site appealed to me is that just in the past couple of weeks, the family sold the many acres of wheat farm land that was a part of their past, and I did not agree with this at all. They all had agreed that the land was not producing enough money for the trouble involved. Luckily, the land was sold to another member of the extended family but I begged and begged to be given maybe just 5 acres of land that I could farm. I have been much involved in agriculture for about the past 10 years. I am completely committed to organically grown food. At least, the land has been sold to a "family member" who is only in it for the investment. I am at least thankful to tell this to you . Thank you for the opportunity to express to you the farm opportunities in Southeastern Washington.

Blessings to You
Gayle Broom


Tori Kaufmann    Posted 07-17-2001 at 15:32:26       [Reply]  [Send Email]
VKG;

I am moving to Walla Walla, Washington within 6-12 months for the same reasons you described. I will be living in town at first, but eventually want to get my own place with some acreage outside of Walla Walla. I was raised near Seattle, but moved to Ventura, California to go to school. While visiting my sister and her husband in Walla Walla, I just fell in love with the town, the people and the country life. It is a different world and more to my liking. My body is in California, but my heart and mind is in Walla Walla and country living. Californians and I don't get along very well. All the money in the world cannot buy what the country gives you, fresh air, friendly people, tranquility and the sounds of nature and the countryside like cows, roosters, and a neighborly "hello". How I long to smell the aroma of fresh cut hay or a country garden rather than car fumes and smog of the city. Yes, I am a country girl and proud of it and being an American, too.


Spence    Posted 07-16-2001 at 04:21:22       [Reply]  [No Email]
You are describing the mixed farm that went extinct in the sixties or so. Then the agri-business mentality took over and farmers
got larger and more specialized.
Back then in this area 90% of the farms were 100 acres with an average of 10 to 18 cows and the number was based on how many milking hands were available in the morning, and how much local cheese factories and dairies (another extinct reality, so much for competition) would pay for the milk.
Those days are kept alive in memories like yours thank goodness.


buck    Posted 07-15-2001 at 23:03:20       [Reply]  [No Email]
I sat on the front porch tonight and watched deer grazing in a far field just like the horses were in a near field untill it turned cool and dark.As I entered the house I glanced at an old hand crank telephone on the wall, an old crock with a 5 on it that has held many a gallon of brew,an old dowery chest that my mother brought to my father and was her mothers before and before and before,modern gas firelog in the parlor fireplace where many generations have gathered before.At the top of the stairs sits an old crock churn with wooden dasher that my grandmother made many a pound of butter with.Four generations of guilts cover the beds or hang on racks in the bedrooms and various washboards kettles and fireplace tools rest by the fireplaces. Some of my grandparent's furniture and the bedroom suit that my parents set up housekeeping with fill the rooms. the quiltrack that once hung from one bedroom ceiling now rest on the rafters in the attic so modern lighting could be installed. Two pleasure horses use the stalls that many draft horses and mules have used,An old fuel oil lantern still hangs on a nail,Parts of old horse harness, pitch forks a prized 3 prong stacking fork and some horse equipment share space with modern tools and old tractors.The gravel road was fixed up for cars in the late 40's electirity came in the early 50's and telephones came it the early 60's.This morning as my wife and I made the 2 mile trip past my uncle's,daughter's sister's and one neighbors places on the way to the hardtop and the church homecomig I commented to my wife that I hadn't been out of the holler for two weeks. Life as I remember started here,I left for awhile for the military and the big city as a civil engineer and now I hope I will get to spend the rest of my life here.


Ole Cuss    Posted 07-15-2001 at 13:38:33       [Reply]  [No Email]

My Grandpa Clavel's cabin in the Virginia woods was a magical place to me. It was back far enough in the deep pine forest that the outside world seemed so far away. There was a large bell set on a high pole, and we kids once rang it as a lark; within 10 minutes, there were a dozen neighbors there! How did we know that the bell was an emergency signal? We got a real lecture about fooling around with it. The smell of damp sandy soil anywhere brings back memories of roaming with the old bluetick beagle Buddy Boy...learning to shoot .22's at bars of soap suspended on strings...sitting on the cabin porch and hearing old-time radio where the announcer's accent told you exactly where he was broadcasting from...going goggle-eyed at the mounted deer, bear, and fox...visiting with old Mike Ittner, who was machine-gunned in WWI and evermore had a fierce tremor in his arms...I even miss that dang scary old outhouse. When Grandpa died, Grandma needed money and sold most of the land to a timber company, who came, raped and trashed the land, and left. All that's left is a 5 acre tract now surrounded by an industrial park. At least that's what I'm told; I won't go and see firsthand, because I know I would cry.


Jim (IN)    Posted 07-15-2001 at 10:58:28       [Reply]  [Send Email]
Yeah, I know what you mean. I grew up in the early sixties. My dad has told me of all of the land he could have bought for $100 an acre, but just didn't have the money. Now it's growing houses and going for $10,000 an acre. I thought I was going to be able to farm, and bought enough machinery to farm 500 acres. Now I work in town and the machinery sits in the barn. It's sad that those simple but hard lifestyles aren't available to those of us who wish for them so much.


Tori Kaufmann    Posted 07-15-2001 at 14:46:57       [Reply]  [Send Email]
I also think it is sad how farmers and ranchers don't get the recognition and thanks they well deserve. Although I am temporarily living in the city until I finish school, I know how hard the farm folks work so America and the world can eat. I watched my grandparents work when I was a child and rarely taking a holiday even Christmas sometimes to take care of the livestock and the farm. We could not survive without the farmers and ranchers. I would love to see all of them, like the teachers get a better paycheck and more support and more praise. Thank you all, for all you do from sunup to sundown so I can have food at my table.




Farmer-Gene    Posted 07-15-2001 at 21:25:12       [Reply]  [No Email]
Your very welcome- I'm glad to hear someone appreciates what we do. Usually all we hear is why do you want to work that hard for little pay and no time off,but I think it gets in a persons blood and I love it but the time is fast approaching when I'm going to have to give it up and sell the land, hate to see it going to developers, but not very many people want to farm now days and the money from the sale of the farm will be for my retirement.


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