We had one car ( not a new one until 10 years later or more)...my father took great care of our old equipment. He had a big 1940's Dodge truck used in the late 1980s
by my brother-in-law.
His tool shed was spotless...all tools clean for when he needed them.
We went on one vacation...I was in the 4th grade. He was so happy he could take us to the NC mountains. He must have done well when he sold the cows we had...just a few..we always had cows and two mules.
Mom loved gardening ...she planted, kept the weeds out , havested, canned,and froze food non-stop. There was always enough due to her hard work and saving together with my dad.
Sometimes women would bring plants to her to heal...she was amazing. She understood nature, according to the moon.... when to plant which crops and how to care for each one.
My mom was also a great seamstress....later cloth became more expensive....watching for sales of all things was first on her list.
When my father died of cancer, she was in the hospital by his side while my little brother and I stayed with my older sister. We did not celebrate Christmas with gifts that year.
I will never be equal to my parents. They will always be the greatest people in the world to me.
Emily, thank you for sharing. Farming has always perplexed me. When the harvest is good, crop prices drop due to supply; when the harvest is poor, crop prices go up, but you have little to sell. The anxiety must be palpable. Sounds like you cornered the market on family though. Blessings
Emily, here’s a song you may relate to from the Michigan Everyman, Drew Nelson
Farmer’s Lament
https://youtu.be/JOYTYlFWMHk?si=CPtbeWiTvQhsVVVa
Yes, Dave, this happened as well.
We had one car ( not a new one until 10 years later or more)...my father took great care of our old equipment. He had a big 1940's Dodge truck used in the late 1980s
by my brother-in-law.
His tool shed was spotless...all tools clean for when he needed them.
We went on one vacation...I was in the 4th grade. He was so happy he could take us to the NC mountains. He must have done well when he sold the cows we had...just a few..we always had cows and two mules.
Mom loved gardening ...she planted, kept the weeds out , havested, canned,and froze food non-stop. There was always enough due to her hard work and saving together with my dad.
Sometimes women would bring plants to her to heal...she was amazing. She understood nature, according to the moon.... when to plant which crops and how to care for each one.
My mom was also a great seamstress....later cloth became more expensive....watching for sales of all things was first on her list.
When my father died of cancer, she was in the hospital by his side while my little brother and I stayed with my older sister. We did not celebrate Christmas with gifts that year.
I will never be equal to my parents. They will always be the greatest people in the world to me.
Emily, thank you for sharing. Farming has always perplexed me. When the harvest is good, crop prices drop due to supply; when the harvest is poor, crop prices go up, but you have little to sell. The anxiety must be palpable. Sounds like you cornered the market on family though. Blessings
Thanks for this.