I've known a bunch of farm families, and I've liked most of them... respected all of them.
This will really make you miss Paul Harvey :
http://www.youtube.com/embed/QuzhwkaNC40?rel=0
Thanks I needed that. I will always remember the ties to the old farm, the ranch there ways. Yet some times you need a Paul Harvey to come along and adjust your thinking. Falling off the horse and a broken arm when going to get the milk cows in when I was six. I remember first field I ever farmed from plowing to sowing. (I think dad corrugated it.) I think that was the summer I was maybe ten or eleven. That was about the same time that one of the milk cows was going to calve and she was having problems and I got her in. There were no adults around and so I was going to have help her. No one ever delivered a baby that was as nervous as I was. I had seen dad do this many times but dad was not there. It was about this time there was a big strain and out came a big Holstein calf. Thank you God!
I still own the International Super C (It needs a major over haul.) I thought a the time I had driven a thousand miles or ten thousand miles through hay fields when I was a kid. As dad and the neighbor lifted bales up on to a hay wagon. I was both proud I could drive the tractor and upset because I could not play with the neighbor kids.
My life was farm and ranch based until the tender age of twenty five and I hired out for the railroad. I was unable to help dad any longer so dad sold the cows and the farm. He kept the ranch and a few cows and latter gifted it to me and I bought his cows. I am struggling now to return to that life now that I can retire from the railroad. I so want to move up to the ranch and live there as long as the quality of life allows.
Thanks again Shooter