Old Walt the hired hand was plowing and got stuck in a field just off our driveway. I took my peddle tractor to a mud puddle in the driveway and pretended I was stuck too. My father came down the drive on his Minneapolis Moline headed to pull Walt out. He stopped in front of me and hooked a chain to my tractor and pulled me out. That would a been 53 or 54. Yup, I started farming young.
I'd guess it was in '55 at four years old when I was riding in the back of the wagon Dad used to feed silage to the cow herd. The ground was frozen and when the wagon hit a bump I bounced out or the wagon to the hard ground. My wails were heard by the herd and Dad said by the time he stopped the tractor and got back to me the whole cow herd along with the bull had vanished out the gate and back to the pasture. I guess I scared the cows way more than they scared me. Still here on the farm but retired.
PaulV I stepped across the gutter to talk to my father who was milking. The cow in the next stanchon kicked me into the gutter and stomped my face. Glancing blows in the shit. That is how I lost most my baby teeth. Mother didn't believe in doctors so I never saw one. She patched me up just fine. My brother got gored in the guts and thrown over a four strand. She patched him up too. It's just the way it was back then.
I remember when they use to take city kids to farms for the day to see how the farmers feed the masses. That was probably the best school lesson a kid could have...
Had a little red pedal tractor in the mid 1950s. Traded it in for a diesel powered green one....Always liked tractors. Wish I had my grandpa's old flywheel hand start Poppin Johnnie.
Old Walt the hired hand was plowing and got stuck in a field just off our driveway. I took my peddle tractor to a mud puddle in the driveway and pretended I was stuck too. My father came down the drive on his Minneapolis Moline headed to pull Walt out. He stopped in front of me and hooked a chain to my tractor and pulled me out. That would a been 53 or 54. Yup, I started farming young.
ReplyDeleteI'd guess it was in '55 at four years old when I was riding in the back of the wagon Dad used to feed silage to the cow herd. The ground was frozen and when the wagon hit a bump I bounced out or the wagon to the hard ground. My wails were heard by the herd and Dad said by the time he stopped the tractor and got back to me the whole cow herd along with the bull had vanished out the gate and back to the pasture. I guess I scared the cows way more than they scared me. Still here on the farm but retired.
DeletePaulV I stepped across the gutter to talk to my father who was milking. The cow in the next stanchon kicked me into the gutter and stomped my face. Glancing blows in the shit. That is how I lost most my baby teeth. Mother didn't believe in doctors so I never saw one. She patched me up just fine. My brother got gored in the guts and thrown over a four strand. She patched him up too. It's just the way it was back then.
DeleteI remember when they use to take city kids to farms for the day to see how the farmers feed the masses. That was probably the best school lesson a kid could have...
ReplyDeleteMy grand babies are farm babies and they are rough tough and don't mind poop oh did I mention 3 girls and 1 boy? Great kids!
ReplyDeleteWhite rural kids. Keep 'em coming.
DeleteSomebody has to produce the food for the rest of them.
DeleteHad a little red pedal tractor in the mid 1950s. Traded it in for a diesel powered green one....Always liked tractors. Wish I had my grandpa's old flywheel hand start Poppin Johnnie.
ReplyDeleteThis is probably the best and most wholesome picture I will see all day. As long as there are people like these, there is hope. Thank you.
ReplyDelete“Dad, I want to be just like you when I grow up.” That’s the best thing I’ve seen in a while.
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